MAST-MA

The first thing the fifty young soldiers lying neatly on the ground did after waking up was look for that mysterious white ghost.

They found him. He was standing in front of the tent.

"Attention!" Hunter, standing beside Vincent, stepped forward with a stern expression.

The young soldiers immediately came to their senses.

So this white ghost knew their commanding officer. The earlier attack really had been an exercise.

But they were soon puzzled, because there were no signs of battle anywhere around them, and the tent was completely intact.

Could everything that had just happened have been fake?

But what was with Hunter's stern face?

"Corporal Gene, do you have a problem?"

"No... sir, I have no problem."

Hunter's sharp gaze shifted to another soldier. "Private First Class Conner, do you have a problem too?"

"No, sir, I don't."

Under his sweeping gaze, the soldiers hurriedly suppressed the doubts in their hearts.

The sight greatly shocked Vincent. He had not expected Hunter, who usually loafed around and looked so unkempt, to have such a stern side.

Look at those young soldiers. They did not even dare breathe too loudly, much less meet those sharp eyes.

Hunter turned to Vincent. "I'm very disappointed. Faced with a wizard, you didn't even have the ability to resist."

The soldiers lowered their heads in shame.

Wait—a wizard?

Their eyes instantly widened as they stared fixedly at the smiling Vincent.

This young man, who was barely older than them, was the legendary wizard?

"Hello." Vincent casually waved at them. "I'm Vincent Wayne, your future instructor."

An instructor?

The soldiers were full of question marks as they all looked at Hunter.

Vincent also looked confused. "Uncle Hunter—Colonel Ryan, didn't you give them advance notice?"

Hunter withdrew his glare and looked at the fifty soldiers he