Story Reader / Event Story / Special Dispatch - Sand Table Simulation / Story
F.O.S. Military Command College, 19:00
The old man is carefully reading through the application displayed on his terminal. Seated across the desk, Freeman nervously intertwines his fingers.
I've finished reading your application.
Finally, the old man sets down the terminal and begins to speak, but rather than calming Freeman's nerves, his words only serve to further tighten Freeman's body.
I can tell how determined you are from your application, but I still want to confirm with you one last time as your instructor.
Are you sure you want to become a Construct?
Yes, I am.
Having mentally prepared himself before the meeting, Freeman's words flow effortlessly from his mouth, devoid of any hesitation.
I'm fully aware of my limitations. When it comes to the stability of the Mind Beacon, I don't meet the standard to become a commandant. In terms of strategic and tactical theory, I fall short of the threshold for the General Staff.
After my parents died in the war, my sister developed hemophobia, making it impossible for her to study at F.O.S. with the same financial support that I've received.
My parents' pension is not enough to cover my sister's education, so I have to become a commandant... or a Construct.
Now that I don't seem to have the talent to become a commandant, my only option is to choose the latter.
Instructor, it's not that I want to become a Construct. It's that I have no other choice but to become one.
The old man maintains a stoic silence, aware that he cannot show any bias, despite Freeman being his student.
Moreover, this rule was originally made by their generation.
I'll send your application to the military.
But before that, I still want you to complete the graduation test.
Even if you can't become a commandant, the knowledge you're acquiring now will undoubtedly prove valuable on the battlefield in the future.
