Noah, My Superman!

With his doubts in mind, Noah pushed through the crowd toward the front.

Wherever he passed, the recruits on both sides who noticed him instinctively made way for him. Some of those standing nearby even blushed slightly.

"Noah."

"N-No... Noah."

—That was the difference in tone between the male Marines and the female recruits when they greeted him.

Noah did not notice the subtle distinction. His gaze passed over the crowd, and he saw two figures fiercely clashing amid flashing blades in the distance.

Shiryu had his back to him, while his opponent wore a white coat of justice and appeared to be an officer from Marine Headquarters.

A cigarette dangled from the man's lips. Despite Shiryu's ferocious assault, he remained completely at ease and held the upper hand. However, both men were moving so fast that their figures constantly flickered, making it impossible to see his face clearly from over ten meters away.

"The gap in strength is pretty big."

With Noah's eyesight, he assessed the situation almost instantly, and a hint of surprise showed in his eyes.

Shiryu had been a recruit for less than a year, but anyone who could suppress him so thoroughly had to possess at least the strength of a Marine Headquarters colonel, right?

Who exactly was that guy, and why had he suddenly gotten into a conflict with Shiryu?

Judging by the way the recruits around him were united in outrage and cheering Shiryu on, this was probably not a simple matter.

Noah glanced to his right and discovered that Instructor Brandon, who stood one meter seventy-three tall, was right beside him, struggling to stand on tiptoe as he tried to peer inside.

"..."

Noah felt a little sorry for him, but he still leaned closer, quietly patted Brandon on the shoulder, and