The faint scent of perfume spread across all of Flavor Island. Although the island had now been transformed by the New Marines into a comprehensive arena dedicated to training and testing soldiers, Flavor Island's original industries had merely been relocated, not shut down entirely.
The fragrance of perfume on Flavor Island was even stronger than the smell of gunpowder, giving the island a distinctive atmosphere.
"Mr. Zephyr, our New Marines recruitment plan this time is to enlist three thousand core members."
"But considering our current total strength, aren't we taking too big a step by recruiting so many core personnel at once?"
"It won't be easy to train so many new recruits all at once."
"If we can't train all of them into qualified Marines before assigning them to the various units, not only will we fail to increase the troops' combat power, we may even damage their cohesion."
"Are you sure you won't reconsider?"
On Flavor Island, Zephyr was inspecting the recruitment preparations with Issho and the other senior Marine officers. The assessment was divided into three stages. Aside from the most basic political review, the second stage tested combat ability. Those who passed the first two stages would then proceed to the final interview.
The interviews were handled by New Marines rear admirals, vice admirals, and other mid-to-high-ranking officers. The workload was considerable.
Under Zephyr's leadership, the New Marines had not expanded blindly. On one hand, they were limited by funding; on the other, they lacked enough mid-level officers.
To ensure the New Marines' cohesion and slow the rate at which these hot-blooded young people became corrupted, the New Marines' political screening had always been extremely strict.
But this time, the New Marines had broken with tradition and planned to recruit as many as three thousand grassroots core