The survival of his wife and son had brought some changes to Zephyr. In the original timeline, his first thought had been to resign directly, but his superiors had strongly urged him to stay. Still holding onto a sliver of hope for the Marines, Zephyr had become an instructor.
Now, however, Zephyr had proactively requested a transfer to a second-line position.
Over the years, he had seen many recruits, but not all of them necessarily survived.
To Zephyr, the current Marine training camps were far too soft. He wanted to change that. Starting today, he would become the cruelest instructor, making recruits understand in advance just how cold and indifferent the world was.
Only then could those recruits survive better.
"Alright, Fleet Admiral Kong, I've made my decision, so I won't disturb you any longer. I've been away from home for thirty minutes already, so I'll be heading back first."
"I understand. Headquarters will temporarily retain your rank, and your compensation and benefits will remain unchanged."
Zephyr was determined to leave, so Kong said nothing further. He merely gave Zephyr some assurances regarding his benefits. Zephyr was not the type of natural monster who could reach the level of a flag officer right from the start.
He had once been an ordinary Marine as well. It had taken him ten years just to become a junior noncommissioned officer, and his growth into who he was today could be considered the result of long accumulation finally bearing fruit.
A Zephyr like this had more abundant experience. Whether it was fighting on the battlefield as an ordinary soldier or clashing with monsters as a top-tier combatant, he could offer sound advice.
Having Zephyr serve as chief instructor would also be a good thing for the Marines' future.
The Marines and Oran had