"Spiritual power isn't everything," the young man interjected, a black pen spinning between his fingers.
His voice was still soft, but now it held an icy edge.
The drill instructor looked up and his gaze met the young man's deep, dark eyes.
They were filled with a chilling coldness. The young man was smiling, but the smile never reached his eyes.
The early morning breeze blew faintly over everyone. As it touched the drill instructor, he felt goosebumps rise all over.
He hurriedly agreed. "Right, right. Spiritual power isn't everything."
He agreed, but inwardly he scoffed. 'Without spiritual power, they probably wouldn't even be standing here.'
The young man stared directly at the five of them, the pen in his hand spinning faster and faster.
The men sitting on either side of him watched the scene unfold and couldn't help but sigh.
Most of this year's new recruits were from military academies; only a small handful were recruited locally from B6 Star.
