time to go

After your helper has left the tent, you also leave the hospital. There are 2 guards in front of the entrance. "Follow us." One of the guard's mews at you. Your head still hums a bit. You roll your eyes and follow them anyway. You walk to a large and ostentatious tent. Suddenly you are pushed into the tent. You find yourself between two massive soldiers who hold their spears in front of your chest, preventing you from going any further, but they don't look directly at you. After a brief moment of orienting yourself and blinding yourself, you realize that you've just gotten into an argument. An old man with a black and silver breastplate was pacing up and down in front of your centurion. He wasn't shouting, but there was something very menacing about his voice. "Centurion, you had the order.... no, the order to make the recruits usable legs." The old man grabbed a pile of cloth scraps from his table and throws them against the centurion's chest. The latter tries not to flinch and closes his eyes just before the cloth scraps hit him. "Sir, our information said that there were no enemies within a radius of 40 km." Apologized the centurion submissively. Suddenly the old man caught sight of you and paused, pointing. "Is this that nobody?" He asked, his sharp eyes fixed on you. His gaze was cold and hard. With a glance at you, the centurion made sure you had just stepped into the tent and nodded. "Yes, sir." He confirmed the statement and looked stubbornly straight again. The old man walks up to you and eyes you. Without saying a word to you he turns away and goes to his table. "Centurion." Started the old man, and sat down on a chair. The centurion tightened his body, growing another 1 cm taller. "I think this one..." and he pointed, "has stood the test of time. I'm promoting him to a leg. I expect you to train him well. If he can survive a fight as a nobody already, he can become a useful body." The centurion turns away briskly. "And centurion..." The centurion pauses for a moment. "See to it that there are no more incidents." The centurion pounds his fist against his chest and stomps past you out of the tent. With a disgusted and slack-jawed hand gesture, the old man instructed the guards to escort you out of the tent.

In the days that followed, the training got harder and whenever your comrades and you thought it couldn't get any worse, the centurion would raise the bar a little higher. In your new rank, the accommodation and food were better, but the training was much harder. Your comrades and you had the tasks of a leg very impressively and strictly drilled into you. As the rank indicated, the main duty is walking and carrying loads. When the legion marches, the legs carry everything except the personal equipment of the rest of the fighters. In combat, they are used as light infantry. Their armament is the slingshot and bolas. They were used to catch fleeing ones, stop the enemy cavalry, or even inflict casualties on the enemies while they are already advancing.

You use the training to become aware of the limits of your human strength. Your body was getting stronger, but it was still no match for your true powers. However, over the next few weeks, you became better and better at recognizing your human limitations. You are now able to decide whether you want to use only your human power or also your true power, with all its consequences.