"What's Randall made the news for now? That little brat's been staying on base, and he still manages to stir up trouble!"
Zephyr cursed, but there was a smile on his face.
"Instructor Zephyr, see for yourself! Our senior was freaking awesome this time!"
The man holding the newspaper grinned and handed it to Zephyr.
Now even the trainees practicing nearby found it hard to concentrate.
Their movements grew sloppy, their ears subtly pricked up, and their eyes began wandering.
Yet their instructors didn't get angry.
Their attention had been drawn over too.
Who at Headquarters hadn't heard of Randall by now?
The members of the Elite Camp, in particular, regarded Randall as the pride and role model of their generation of Marines.
Everyone who entered the Elite Camp was a one-in-a-hundred genius, each brimming with pride.
They had heard the legends about Randall as soon as they arrived.
So they had kept pushing themselves, vowing to surpass their senior, Randall.
But after those outrageous stories about Randall hit the news, they lost some of their drive.
Golden Lion was a name that could silence a crying child at night.
Yet even the man behind that name had met defeat at their senior Randall's hands.
How could they not be shocked?
Especially when they learned that Randall had been about as strong as they were when he joined the Elite Camp.
The fact that he had reached such heights in just two short years left them even more disheartened.
After all, they had already undergone some training themselves and knew what they were made of.
In the end, they unanimously agreed that they were human, so they should compare themselves to other humans.
And Randall wasn't human at all!
Now they couldn't help wondering what great feat their senior Randall