As Blackwatch's only Librarian, Guts shouldered the entire burden of the chapter's Psykers by himself, earning Hogg's special attention as a father who hoped his son would make something of himself.
But compared with the strange and varied Psionic abilities that required actual thought, Guts, the chapter's sole Librarian, preferred to use the giant sword in his hands to overpower his enemies and smash the skulls of Xenos scum or Chaos lackeys.
Still, a Primarch's orders were absolute to a Space Marine. Hogg had summoned them to Titan to study Psionic abilities, so they had no choice but to go.
They'd already paid the tuition. If they still didn't study hard, Guts suspected their Primarch would give them a loving whipping. Rumor had it that the belt was made from Fulgrim after his ascension, and wouldn't break even if it beat them all half to death.
"Fuck, I never thought I'd have to go to class even after transmigrating. What was the point of transmigrating, then? I really can't understand any of this!"
Guts's grumbling struck a chord with the other Blackwatch Marines. A bunch of hulking giants sat on little stools, frowning as they listened to their cousin explain Psionic spells they couldn't make heads or tails of. Worst of all, they had to stay alert and pay attention. If their father caught them slacking from behind the cameras, they'd be in for a beating when they got back.
As the saying went, having more skills never hurt. Times were changing, and the mindless charge-and-attack tactics of the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago no longer worked. Blackwatch understood that learning was necessary, especially since Hogg had personally told them to do it. They didn't want to disappoint their father, either.
"But if Psionic powers clearly aren't scientific, why