"Jin, I can't do this anymore!" Tamazawa Shuxin collapsed onto the floor, drenched in sweat. Kurosawa Jin stood in the center of the training ground, casually wiping the sweat from his chin. "Get up. Keep going." The person lying on the ground showed no intention of getting back to his feet. "I really can't. I'd rather spend a whole day in the server room." Tamazawa Shuxin and Kurosawa Jin had been sparring all morning, and Jin still hadn't called a halt.
"Too weak. We'll continue this afternoon." Kurosawa Jin wanted to build up their strength as quickly as possible, and Tamazawa Shuxin lost all remaining energy upon hearing those words. "My dear partner, your teammate needs a rest." "The weak don't get time to rest!" Kurosawa Jin hauled Tamazawa Shuxin to his feet. As the two of them left the training ground, they ran straight into Alger Jones, who had been waiting for a long time.
"Burt, your expression—hahahaha." The moment Alger Jones saw the deathly look on his face, he knew Kurosawa Jin had forced him into extra training. "To be honest, you really do need the practice." Tamazawa Shuxin rolled his eyes. "A three-person unit, and I'm assigned to the rear—surely that's fine?" Alger Jones shook his head. "A squad doesn't need weaklings. Do your best, my teammate."
Chapter 42