Several days later.
In a hall planted with all kinds of trees, its floor covered in thick grass, the entire space had been arranged to resemble a forest.
Wang Yu, dressed in light green camouflage, faced a Black man in the same uniform. Each held a sharp military dagger, their bodies slightly crouched as they squared off.
Suddenly, both lunged forward. Their bodies crossed at a bizarre angle, and both daggers swept past in flashes of cold light.
With a crisp metallic clash, the two turned again and straightened up at the same time.
The Black man remained completely unscathed, while a long slit had appeared across Wang Yu's chest, revealing a layer of gleaming silver metal underneath.
Wang Yu was wearing close-fitting flexible armor.
Seeing this, the Black man grinned and said in fluent Chinese:
"No. 1, I won the dagger event in the Thirteen-Nation Military League five times in a row. You could say I'm one of the best dagger fighters on Blue Star. Did you really think half a month of learning dagger techniques from me would let you hold your own against me? You're still a long way off."
"Major Ika, of course I know I'm nowhere near your level. But as long as you keep practicing with me, I believe I'll catch up to you in dagger skills someday." Wang Yu looked at the long slit across his chest and took a deep breath before answering.
"Heh, think whatever you like. I'm a soldier, anyway. I came here to repay a favor my country owes the Huaguo government. As long as you're willing, I can keep practicing with you forever.
"Though I don't know why your government invited me here just to teach you alone how to use a dagger, my country gave its word.