Aetherios System [Slow Build OP MC, Isekai LitRPG/Cultivation] Chapter 125: Book 2: Chapter 39: Called to Duty

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Book 2: Chapter 39: Called to Duty Book 2: Chapter 39: Called to Duty The second week hit like a spell-maddened rhino with reinforced tusks, and a bad attitude. What had been simple sparring and boot-polish drills now transformed into something more sinister, “Specialized Instruction”. Which, in military terms, roughly translated to “You survived the first frying pan. Welcome to the fire.” Alex stood on the stone balcony overlooking the open-air training yard, watching the others below. The morning light painted sharp angles across the sandstone walls, catching on the flickers of glyphlight. They were all learning and integrating well. Really adapting. From where he stood he could see into the medical tent tucked far off at the back of the training field. Inside where various scripts and glyphs plates set up on fake beds. Each of them projected an illusion of an injured soldier with a random injury. Triage and medicine was practiced there, not just for healers, but for everyone. Right now there were only two people inside. Allie, and Cole. Allie crouched over the visage a half-dead soldier, she had one hand already glowing with warm light. Her other hand was holding the man’s head. A triad of healing runes bloomed above her like petals unfolding, layered triage, Alex recognized. From his position on the balcony, he saw her lips were moving. Muttering something. Her healing spell, no doubt. Cole was beside her, his eyes looking over the plate displaying the triage results. Lying next to him was a line of medications such as potions, powders and salves. All with different uses, and all needed to be selected carefully and quickly at the same time. A month ago, the two of them didn’t even know how to stabilize blood with aether essence. Now? Each was a field medic mage in their own right. They were fast with their spells and fire-eyed. Allie didn’t even flinch when the “soldier” coughed blood in her face. She just wiped it away and kept working. Alex nodded to himself. “She’s going to save a lot of lives.” Further down the yard, Devon looked like he was losing an argument with basic geometry. No, not geometry, runic calculus. He stood in front of a spell-array instructor, with his arms flailing as he animatedly debated with the man. They might have been arguing about glyph-load balancing and mana-surge thresholds for Alex knew. Devon's passion around glyphs and enchanting was enough to turn it into a blood sport. The two of them stood in front of three different and distinct anti-seige constructions, none of them were fully built as pieces lay about with the enchantments exposed. At one point, he watched as Devon stomped his foot so hard the chalkboard behind him rattled. The instructor just looked at him like a confused deer. Alex almost smiled. Yeah I feel you on that one, Devon can be a handful when he’s doing one of his crazed projects. Eventually his attention went to the immense enclosed pen in the middle of the field. There was where the many arcane beasts were stabled and cared for, as well as the area where prospect beast-riders would make their attempt at bonding with the beasts. The last couple days, he had noticed Garret spending almost all his free time there. He could even see him now and Garret was… laughing? Yes. That was definitely laughter. The uncontrollable, belly-rattling kind that didn’t bode well for anyone. He was crouched next to a beast the size of a garden shed. It had tusks, it had glowing eyes, and it was… nuzzling him. Garret scratched it behind the ears with the same look a child had when handed a very sharp sword and dubious permission to use it. The handler standing next to him looked pale, like he was watching someone casually defuse a bomb using bubblegum and paperclips. “Of course he bonded with the monster,” Alex muttered. Because of course he did, it was Garret. He could probably manage to make friends with a barrel of water. The others were more spread out. Lance and Peter were off at the smi