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[color=fff159]"You got it!"[/color] 

The early morning gunshots echoed into the misty cloud. It had been days ever since they arrived at the Matupi Headquarter, and Thanh had been even more active than before. By the time the next mission began, he had already known, or at least talked to, a quarter of the men in the squad. To his surprise, but not really unexpected, not many of whom were as battle-hardened or experienced like he did. Some of whom didn't even know how to use a gun properly. It seemed like the war was getting a little desperate. But in exchange, the survivor of the Battle of Hanoi didn't take it as a setback, or any source of worries. He simply accepted the situation as it was and tried his best to improve the situation. He'd volunteered to train these newcomers as extras that go in conjunction with his own training. Hopefully with his effort they could be of help on the battlefield, or at the very least get out alive. 

[color=fff159]"No no no. Don't let the ammo box touch the ground. It will be hard to adjust your aim."[/color] 

And here he was, with the new bunch wanting to learn under him, as much as he could teach them. 

To be honest, he didn't really expect to be such a tutor. He was intending to spend this day to try and master the technique necessary to use his new weapon. He didn't know what it was yet, since headquarter hadn't given him the full part to the weapon. All he was provided to train with was a neck-level height long metal pole to train with. Despite so, it really implied that this was a point-blank weapon, and that this would be a very dangerous task. He didn't fear danger, but he ought not to face danger unprepared. 

After letting the new recruits having their moments of self-train, with the techniques taught already, Thanh went to his own corner to train with his new weapon. Or rather...incomplete weapon. He held the pole at exactly the 1/3 mark and the 2/3 mark, charged forward and lunged it at a nearby wall, twisting it around and then ran back to cover. Rinse and repeat. It was a rather very bizarre sight to watch, as some people didn't really understand what he was doing. Thanh could notice curious eyes of his peers behind him burning into the back of his hair, but he didn't pay any attention to them. Did he look crazy to them? Maybe, but he didn't care.