YEAR 1490

  In a large field stood 517 Marine trainees, even though they were trainees, their form was impeccable showing why they were chosen as the first batch of this elite training camp.

  As they stood, a man slowly walked to the front of the trainees, he had dark hair and his muscles rippled under his clothes.

  Just his presence seemed to release a pressure that suffocated the weak, this was former Admiral Zefa, he once represented the highest combat power of the navy, however, due to death of his family he resigned from the navy, but, was later convinced to stay and teach the next generation of marines.

  As Zefa reached the front of the trainees, they gave a standard military salute and shouted,

  "Welcome Admiral Zefa!"

  Zefa nodded upon seeing this,

  "Good, it's great that you are all so enthusiastic, keep that energy you will need it"

  Some trainees swallowed hard upon hearing this.

  "I will be in charge of you for the next two years, don't worry I will make sure to squeeze out all your potential"