Chapter 1 Part2 (1/2)
I kinda forgot about this series for a second… hehe.
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Chapter 1. I didn’t know back then. (2)
With this, my age became forty. I spent twenty five years of my life dedicated to the organization.
I took a pretty safe job of an instructor. I currently have a job of a senior instructor, training young trainees in the way of evil. Ah, this is the life. No risk of dying, good pay, really good incentives to boot.
Evil organizations are the best, everybody!
”I'll go with the format from before. I'll take one through fifty, and nine hundred fifty to a thousand.”
The other instructors all shut their mouths when I said this.
”You're taking the top ones as well?”
”That and the lowest ones… can't you just take the children in the middle ranks?”
The other instructors voiced their dissent. But I had made my decision already.
”One through fifty, and nine hundred fifty to a thousand.”
There are a few people like me who gets scouted to the organization, but most of the members of the organization who get in begin as either orphans or slaves. We train these kids for about two years.
We feed them and beat them until they become fit enough to become proper members of the organization. That is our job as instructors.
Among all these thousand kids, the ones I like best are the first fifty, and the last fifty!
The kids at the very front are the cream of the crop. The worst among them are still good enough to pa.s.s as a middle-cla.s.s member of the organization. Sometimes, you'll even find geniuses among them. The incentive for training them is low, though. That's why I fill that gap with the last fifty of the group to cancel out the disadvantages of training the geniuses. A lot of the kids from the last fifty are useless, but sometimes you end up getting one of them to the top, and the incentive you get from that is immense. As a result, my rank as an instructor goes up, and the number of zeros in the incentive I get increases by one!
That's why I always pick the first fifty and the last fifty. The ones who are tenacious among all these kids always survive anyway. And my method of education allows kids to always survive as long as they can endure. Other instructors manage to kill tens of kids every time they pick trainees, but I managed to become a model instructor with zero casualties under my belt. There's a reason why I'm a senior instructor!
”They say there are quite a lot of talented kids in this group, so… I expect about five would survive?”
”The quality of this group's pretty d.a.m.n high, so I'm thinking about ten.”
”The last group was said to be the best in the history of the organization, and only seven survived.”
”Well, Naruan's training is quite infamous for being brutal, after all.”
”But the kids in this group probably have their pride, don't you think? If everyone other than five or seven gets knocked out again, they'd be completely useless. I'm betting on their tenaciousness. Thirty thousand gold on having ten survive.”
”Hoho, going strong, aren't you? Forty thousand on five.”
”Twenty thousand on seven.”
”Thirty thousand on five as well.”
”I'll try… thirty thousand on complete annihilation.”
But it seemed that the other instructors didn't really have the mindset of a model instructor like me. Just look, to think they'd be betting on how many of the kids I pick would survive…
”How many do you think would survive, senior instructor?”
One of the instructors asked the question towards me. How many would survive?
”As long as they're tenacious, they'll survive.”
”…Tenacious, is it.”
I don't push people until they die. The ones that don't last are the strange ones. Right. I'm not the strange one here, the ones who don't survive are strange!
”Yes. As long as one is tenacious, one will get strong.”