High Tech System

Speech!

Ignacio woke up on his fine and soft bed, his bedroom was quite spacious, with tables, chairs, mirrors, paintings, and chandeliers hanging on the ceilings.

He glanced towards a door, it led towards the bathroom, and he really needed to take a morning shower or so he thought since he couldn't tell the time when he was a few hundred meters under the surface.

He climbed out of his bed to enter the bathroom to take a bath, cleaning his body with soap and brushing his teeth with a toothbrush. It was his new habit that made his teeth clean and his body fragrant, this was very uncommon among the people in this world except for the cultivators but they usually use their Qi to clean themself.

The bathroom looked modern and spacious with bathtub, showers, and toilet installed in place, this was something unimaginable for Ignacio, toilets in this city was shared by everyone, it was dirty, smelly, and sometimes filled with rats, toilets for the common people were even worse and unless you have a lot of money you wouldn't be able to buy a toilet at home and taking a bath was a luxury for the wealthy. The peasant could only take a shower in the lake or the river which is quite a distance away from the city and the journey was not safe, to say the least.

Ignacio looked at his teeth in the mirror to make sure it was white as a bone and nodded after it was, then he brought his nose to his armpit to make sure he smelled as fresh as the morning dew, months prior he would never imagine that he would become a hygiene freak like this, well in this world it would be considered as a hygiene freak, back in Jin Sung's world it would be weird for people not to take bath at least 3 times a day.

He took the comb on the sink and combed his hair neatly. He had cut the hair so it was not curly anymore but became a clean buzz cut suited for a soldier, it was Jin Sung who told him this.

He looked at himself in the mirror and he could say that he liked his new look, clean buzz-cut hair, shaved mustache, and sharp eyebrows. He didn't know if the ladies would think of him as attractive but he does like how he looked currently.

"I wonder if there was pizza left in the canteen," Ignacio was in love with this new food, it was also Jin Sung who told the chef about this food and it took hours for them to finally able to make it but as soon as everyone got a taste of it, none would like to skip breakfast anymore.

"Maybe I'll just eat fried rice today," Ignacio caressed his soft skin as he talked to himself. He exited the bathroom when he had enough of admiring himself and don his tactical suit, it had a name tag on the left side of his chest that says 'Major Ignacio', and on top of it was his insignia in the shape of a golden oak leaf.

He left his bedroom before he exited his house after passing the living room, his house was built underground and it was a complete set of a few bedrooms, bathrooms, and a living room. Jin Sung offered him a house on the surface but he decided to stay underground instead. There are a variety of reasons why he chose to stay under but it was mostly so he could look at the various mechanized heavy weapons; tanks, Mechs, and the Gatling gun-mounted trucks.

Of course, he also liked the various heavy weapons such as the RPG, and the grenade launcher, he always loved to look at those bad boys.

But before he could look at them and use them, Ignacio needed to eat some breakfast so he went to the canteen to eat. He could tell people to bring food to his household but he didn't want to stain the house.

When he arrived all the soldiers would stare or steal a glance at him, while everyone on his way would move to the side. He was the first and the highest-ranked soldier in here, except Brugdath and Joseph, none would be brave enough to stand in his way.

With that he took his fried rice which was garnished with all kinds of vegetables and eggs, while bringing his plate to the table, he smelled the aromatic fried rice which was elegantly seasoned and smelled with soy sauce and roasted sesame oil.

He smiled anticipating the taste as he fell on his chair and put the plate on the table. He took the spoon from the stand and scooped out the fried rice before he put it in his mouth. The fried rice was a bit salty, sticky, filled with vegetable nubs and chewy meat, covered in dry shredded eggs.

It was good, fantastic, perfect, tasteful, and colorful. Ignacio could list more words to describe the taste but he wanted to finish his breakfast first before he did that and so he continued to enjoy his meal.

"You forgot your drink sir," A waiter put an orange juice on the table before she left.

Ignacio glanced at the tubular glass, it was simple yet elegant, making the bright yellow liquid it contained seemed much tastier than it really was

He stretched out his hand and drank the juice. It was balanced in natural sweetness and acidity, an easy-drinking juice, and its sharp and zesty aroma made Ignacio's desire for more.

But he knew that he couldn't drink his juice all at once, he had to complement it with the fried rice and he did just that by eating the rice and drinking the juice right after, he did this until his glass was empty and his plate clean of any stain.

Ignacio sat up straight. He would like to lean on the chair and relax but he was a major now and his image is important, if he relaxed and act like a normal person then people would underestimate him, so he could only make a stern face and sit up straight like he didn't enjoy every bite and every gulp of it.

"Reporting, sir!" A soldier walked up to him and stood with a straight posture and in salute.

"Go on," Ignacio nonchalantly replied without taking a glance at the soldier.

"A number of recruits had been gathered on the training ground and we need you to say some words to them, sir,"

Ignacio was quite dumbfounded. I'm a major. Why would I need to say some words to the recruits? "Just tell the sergeants to replace me," Ignacio waved.

The soldier had a difficult look on his face, like a man who couldn't hold it in anymore and needed to go to the bathroom. "Patricia is also there sir, she's gonna give some speech about REMF."

Ignacio was startled with widened eyes but he suppressed it immediately. "I think I'm gonna give some motivational words to the recruits, that will make them fight better against the enemy," Ignacio nodded righteously.

Patricia was the lead officer of Weapons & Maintenance in the REMF division, she was tasked with sorting weapons and maintaining them, this unit was necessary to make sure that the weapons were ready at all times should the army need it.

She was hardworking, disciplined, diligent, precise, and never made mistakes in her job. And this woman had caught Ignacio's eyes. Every time Ignacio went to the warehouse to look at the weapons he would meet her and this happened every single day until a seed sprouted in Ignacio's heart, he didn't know if it was because of his passion for modern weapons that make him felt this way or the sight of Patricia was just mesmerizing to him every time she came to the warehouse to check the weapons.

Ignacio departed for the training ground with wide strides, a stern face, and sharp eyes. Just like when he entered the cafeteria, everyone who was on the way would move aside as Ignacio walked.

The soldier following behind him was in awe of the sight. This is the major of the rebel forces, the first soldier of the revolutionary army, the one, and only Ignacio Bovin.

Ignacio pushed the impressive pair of stone doors carved with soldiers that were fighting with the flag of liberty, showing to the people their purpose and goal in this organization.

Beyond the door was a vast training ground that almost looked like a stadium but without the spectator seat, installed within were all kinds of obstacles, shooting ranges, and more to train the recruits how to fight a battle with modern equipment.

Ignacio moved his feet with confidence and authority, he was the most senior here, the one with the highest rank and skill, he was also the first soldier of the revolutionary army, making the soldiers and recruits who have heard of his name admired him to no end.

"Attention," a shoulder shouted which made the recruits snap in attention with synchronized movements.

"Major Ignacio would like to say a few words to you," the soldier said before he turned to Ignacio. "Please step on the stage, sir,"

"Hm!" Ignacio stepped on the stage, his eyes drifted from right to left until his eyes passed all the recruits, but they were not the ones he was looking for, no, it was the bespectacled women who stood a few distances away from the soldiers. She was expressionless like nothing in this world could make her smile nor cry.

Ignacio smiled internally as he stared at her, while the soldiers and the recruits on the field were sweating hard. This man is a legend, the first soldier to ever fight for equality. These kinds of thoughts were running inside their minds.

Ignacio stood in silence for a while, his face stern, his posture straight like none will break it down. At this time the recruits were already drenched in sweat from the silence alone, while the soldiers were also nervous and would like to tell Ignacio to talk but none of them had the guts to do so, this was because they are not senior enough or friendly enough with Ignacio, if it was Ignacio's friends then they would tell him to stop acting cool and say some quick lines and leave.

Ignacio flinched and averted his gaze when he noticed that Patricia was looking at him.

He glanced sternly towards the recruit and started his speech.

"Why do you people decide to join the army? Equality? Freedom?... No, you won't get any of that because you would be dead in the blade of your enemy, you would be dead when you run out of magazines, and you would be dead when a lightning bolt burns your body to crips. So tell me why are you here?" Ignacio let those words sink in for a moment before he continued.

“We fight for the independence of the people. If you are afraid of the enemy then go home. We have always lived in fear of them but I say no more! If we are to ever be free we must prove ourselves through combat. No mortal and no god will help us. We’re always painted as the weak. I say so be it. If it takes fighting the entire world then we will be people too!”