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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=15706B][b]Location:[/b][/color] Training Grounds | 122nd Trainee Corps | Inside Wall Maria[/right][/sub][/color]
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Charles Dujardin had expected different from a man like [i]Phillip Maurer[/i]. 

Ever since he was a boy, he had wanted to be in the military. He dreamed of the heroes his grandfather had spoken of in the corps, how they were honorable and virtuous; the backbone of their whole society. To see such a man, a man whom was tasked with a great responsibility of training cadets to their fullest potential so they could serve dutifully and honorably, acting in such a manner made the blonde-haired noble sick to his stomach. It was [i]improper[/i] to insult men and spit on women. 

Charles certainly felt a great deal of ways as he saw Instructor Maurer go down the line. He called his countrymen pathetic, insulted their intelligence, and disregarded their upbringing. His fists clenched at the thought as he watched it happen. He knew before Maurer had spoken a word to him that he would hate the man. His intentions may have been good, to prepare them for the duty they had aspired to, but in the young man’s mind the ends did not justify the means. It was this seething dislike of the whole situation that made him loose track of his place in the line and soon enough his impulses got the better of him. In his mind he knew he had made a mistake, but it was too late.

[color=15706B]“The sad state of our military to act in such a manner.”[/color] He muttered underneath his breath.

Maurer stopped just as he was to review another cadet, instead deciding that it was time to rein in Charles.

[b][color=D39104]“You look like you have something you want to say, cadet! Are you upset that I'm grilling your girlfriend over here? Is that it?”[/color][/b]

Charles gritted his teeth before looking Maurer directly in the eye. [color=15706B]“No, [i]sir[/i].”[/color]

The older man raised a brow, moving closer to the seemingly clean-cut recruit. However, to his surprise, Charles spoke again. Charles didn’t look like a troublemaker or someone who thought he was better than anything or anyone else. While looking like he did, his posture and mannerisms spoke in different ways. That much was evident. 

Charles didn’t know the girl who had just gotten the instructor’s ire. She was cute and he would probably describe her as having the prettiest eyes he had ever seen, but he wasn’t just about to let the older man desecrate the corps because he got off the wrong side of the bed. It was not the smartest of most orderly of things to do in the situation, but Charles was as impulsive and independent as he was naïve and honorable. If nobody was going to tell the instructor he was out of line, he [i]would[/i] even if it meant the man making him run until his legs fell off.

[color=15706B]“I am upset because you are acting like a braggart and a bully.”[/color]

Charles could feel the eyes of his fellow cadets on him as he said what he said. Despite knowing he was out of line, in the end, Charles didn’t regret it.




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