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Sonia, who was being reprimanded, remained as composed as ever, explaining her reasons for behaving in this way.

"That person's ID card also shows him as a temporary operator. He's not older than us, and his profession is special agent, not a frontline guard or vanguard. Even if he has accumulated a lot of combat experience like that Reunion Movement member, he has also chosen to impose many restrictions on himself. Most importantly, we don't care about winning or losing. It would be best if we could win, but even if we lose, we want more people to know that we dare to fight."

An excellent soldier will not miss an opportunity to show his abilities.

Even if she loses the competition, she should still show something that others will find interesting, whether it is her fighting spirit or her combat skills that are unmatched by her peers.

Moreover, this competition is being held in Rhodes Island's training grounds. By fighting against operators with real combat experience, they can minimize the damage to their own teammates and accumulate more experience in combat and command.

This is a win-win situation.

“Boxing gloves…where was that again…” The black-haired, red-eyed, muscular Ursus girl rummaged through her wardrobe, making a mess of it, and finally pulled out an old boxing glove that looked like it hadn’t been used in a long time and had some kind of stain on it. “Although I have practice weapons, when it comes to serious fighting, the old buddy is still more comfortable…Actually, I think what that guy said makes a lot of sense, it’s the simplest way is to just fight, but I didn’t expect that before fighting that Ursus, we would have to fight a Rhodes Island operator together.”

"Sister Anna...do we have to fight that big brother? Is it absolutely necessary...?"

The petite, blond-haired Ursus girl lay on the bed in the cabin, hugging her pillow tightly, stammering as if she hadn't recovered from the chaos just now.

"It's not a fight, just a simple competition, similar to the sparring between Doberman and Instructor Jenny. But this time, the goal is to defeat the opponent. Gummy, please use your shield to protect everyone. We won't let him hurt Gummy."

Anna, who had tucked the book under her arm, gently stroked Gummy's head. The round ears swayed on top of her head, which made Gummy, who was feeling a little uneasy, relax a bit.

Gummy suddenly twitched her ears, as if she had finally come up with a topic to ease the tense atmosphere, and asked loudly:

"By the way, what's that big brother's code name? Instructor Dobermann and Instructor Jenny both have their own code names, he must have one too!"

Anna, who had already conducted preliminary investigations, responded:

"His name is Thomas, he doesn't have a code name, he joined Rhodes Island around the same time as us, and he also came from Chernobog. There's not much else we can find out about him."

"Someone who joined at the same time is now able to act alongside the rumored 'Frostnova'?" Sonia was certain of her initial deduction.

"Tomat...Tomat...Ah!! Gummy remembers!"

Gumi jumped out of bed as if he had remembered something very important.

"Before Uncle Horn Peak left yesterday, he specifically told Gummy, 'If someone named Tomat comes to the cafeteria, he should cook more food for everyone.' So he was talking about him?"

It's obviously unrealistic to expect a group of children to immediately start doing formal work after arriving at Rhodes Island.

Even when applying to become an operator, they are assigned—and at the moment, the only job they can do—that is closer to simple, basic work.

Take Gummy for example. She became a reserve heavy operative thanks to her strength and past experience as a Boy Scout. However, she spent most of her time helping out in the mess hall. The place she was assigned to was the Second Public Meal Hall. However, her official job happened to coincide with the day Tomat "disappeared". Her understanding of him was limited to rumors and the instructions he gave when he rushed back to Horn Peak in Kalan.

"That rumored competitive eater?"

"That guy who was forbidden by Instructor Dobermann to use the testing machine without permission?"

Anna's knowledge of Tomat was limited to the information she could directly access.

But what Sonia and the other person heard about him mostly came from rumors that the former didn't really care about.

"She is also the one who supposedly 'defeated Frostnova'—this is what Frostnova herself told me."

A muffled, hoarse voice, not belonging to the USS squad's compartment, rang out.

A red and black hooded cape, a black and ominous gas mask, military combat uniforms used by the Emperor of Ursus's inner guard, and black sun-protective stockings that seem to have been worn to cater to the designer's perverse tastes.

Those are broken bones.

Or rather, a figure dressed exactly like Shattered Bones appeared outside their cabin door.

"Let's cooperate."

Meanwhile, on Rhodes Island, in the operator training area.

"A multi-user idle combat training platform? There can definitely be some free time during lunch breaks, why are you applying for this?"

"After sparring with some junior operators, I plan to resolve the 'conflict' through a competition."

“This is too reckless. No private fights are allowed on the Rhodes Island, and you should know how dangerous your forces are.”

While Dobermann was sending the new operator to run laps around the area, Thomas found her and made his request.

"Froststar will stop sparring if necessary."

Frostnova wasn't just there to watch; before she arrived, she had made an agreement with Tomat to act as the referee.

When the advantage is clear, freezing them signifies the end of the battle—although Frostnova feels that if "advantage" is the standard, the battle could be declared over before it even begins.

"...Hmm, if it's the legendary Yeti Princess of Ursus, then I can trust her to have the ability to stop it in time."

Doberman still seemed hesitant.

"I will arrange for more people to watch the match so that we can make timely judgments and ensure that the venue is not damaged or the opponent is not injured. If you agree to these terms, I will agree."

Then, she made various additional demands.

"It's a deal, but I don't know when one of the injured people will be available to come. Although he said he would participate, that injury won't heal so quickly."

"Absolutely no problem."

That was the faint sound of shattered bones.

But Thomas didn't notice the owner of the voice approaching.

To be precise, it was an aura of "not recognizing" someone.

That was indeed broken bone, and Sonia and the others were well prepared.

Five Ursus children strode into the training area.

They made no attempt to evade the fact that it was actually a "live-fire exercise" that was in reality a private fight.

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Hmm, I'll have to commission an artwork for the title someday.

[Main Text] A Guide to Wandering in Rhodes Island: Chapter Seven - Let Me See!!

"Drink it!!!"

On the leather boxing gloves she used in actual combat, apart from the bee logo of the legendary underground boxer she admired, there were more stitching marks that could be considered badges of honor.

Her rapid swings and agile footwork contrasted sharply with her taller physique compared to her companions; the power and accuracy of her punches were the only true measure of her strength!

"The Ursus Student Self-Government Group, codename USS-5, operation codename 'Blazing Summer,' and 'General Summer' is here!"

Not only is her figure undeniably childlike, but the frying pan she uses as a weapon makes it seem like she's here to cook rather than fight.

However, the heavy vault door, which no one would believe to be a shield, seemed to say, "Don't underestimate me."

"Gumi, all ready!"

Until the very last moment before the battle began, this Ursus girl, whose clothes and appearance seemed to have nothing to do with warriors, calmly flipped through a book, but this did not mean that she was underestimating the battlefield.

Rather, her intense focus on the book in her hands suggests that she will use the dazzling Originium Arts described within to defeat her enemies.

"The live-fire training... is a bit different from what I imagined. The operation is codenamed 'Truth.' Please give me your guidance."

Her face possessed the cold arrogance characteristic of Ursus people, while her eyes burned with the passion unique to Ursus. In the girl's hands, the rough heavy axe swung freely like a longsword commanded by a commander.

The young general who led his companions out of hell is now ready to fight!

"If you withdraw from the battlefield now, you can avoid a scolding—the leader of the Ursus Student Self-Government Corps, codename 'Winter,' also known as 'General Winter,' remember that well."

His jet-black robes were stained with countless splatters of blood, and his bizarre gas mask forever separated him from the sinners who pleaded for mercy. Even though he had lost his original weapons, the two long sabers in his hands were still the legendary weapons most favored by the Ursus guards.

"I am Mi... cough cough, Reunion Movement, Commando Captain, AKA, 'Bone Crusher'."

—Please enjoy the above content along with the background music of a special forces team's entrance.

Rhodes Island, Operator Training Area, Lunchtime.

It was precisely because the original trainees finally found a chance to catch their breath from the brutal training of Instructor Doberman that there was an extra combat training ground for these people to set foot in.

The news that "Operator Thomas will be sparring with several other new recruits" had already spread like wildfire. Apart from the instructors that Dobermann had originally called to watch in case of any accidents, many busybodies who had time also came here during their lunch break.

Some of Tomat's acquaintances were unable to attend due to work or other reasons, but most of them had met him at some point.

"I thought you were about to start dancing."

Thomas adjusted the device on his face, which was his combat capability detector.

Since there was still plenty of time until noon after meeting these people in the training area, Tomat retrieved his detector from the public locker for safety reasons. He believed that even if he had to give up his hands and feet, fighting them would still be very dangerous.

He also noticed that someone seemed to have secretly opened the cabinet while he was away.

Nothing was missing; whether it was currency that could no longer circulate or seeds that couldn't grow "fruit" in barren land, they were still obediently placed inside.

However, we'll turn a blind eye to these things for now. It's not surprising to find people who like to sneak around in such a large company. We'll deal with them when we have time.

The problem is the current situation. Putting aside whether Winter and her companions were also influenced by some special unit that likes to announce the menu before battle, what about that Bonebreaker who throws the game?

His aura and demeanor were completely unlike his own; the only similarity was in physique and build.

His replacement was clearly a girl, judging from her aura.

"Let me confirm the rules again. You can attack me as you please, and I will not retaliate with my hands or feet. As long as you can 'actively touch' me, you win. I won't interfere with your continued arguing. Otherwise, you'd better behave yourselves."

Thomas didn't change into Rhodes Island's operator uniform, nor did he retrieve the combat suit that allowed him to conduct research. He remained wearing only the Marte shirt that resembled Winter's Breath, limiting the detector's detection range while increasing its accuracy.

“Especially you, Broken Bones.”

He also specifically emphasized the word "shattered bone" instead of "shattered bone".

"But under this rule, how should he 'win'? It's a rule that only allows the opponent to 'concede' or 'win'. As long as the opponent doesn't concede, the game can continue indefinitely."

Dobermann and Frostnova were on the edge of the battlefield, watching the battle from a good vantage point with the other instructors.

"His hands and feet are sealed, does that mean he intends to use that technique of launching impacts with his bare hands?"

"How could that be? That move destroyed a whole bunch of test targets. Even his so-called minimum power was enough to cause massive damage in actual combat."

"Perhaps it's throwing stones from a distance? That wouldn't break the rules, and combined with his strength, it could definitely become a threat."

The instructors' discussion was more concerned about whether the other side would be injured than about how Thomas would attack.

"What do you think? You have combat experience with him, what methods might he use to deal with this situation?"

Dobermann asked Frostnova, who was also watching the game.

"...That wasn't a battle, so I don't know."

The battlefield where Tomat is located is a replica of an urban ruin. It is not large in area but has enough building ruins and road environment, as well as special terrain such as alleys, which can meet the actual combat needs of most operators. After all, fighting in the wild in a completely natural environment is a minority of cases. As a medical organization that helps infected people, they usually need to go into environments with a certain degree of human habitation.

"I hope the 'rumors' you mentioned are worth considering."