Chapter 5 — Hiding for Five Years, One Night Becomes Legend

"Mr. Bac! When I practiced fighting in the past, it was because I didn't know how to behave! When I pressed you, were you giving in to me? Please say yes!"

“…Yes.”

“So did I hurt you?”

"No. Really not. That strength of yours towards me..."

I swallowed the second half of the sentence. But everyone understands. The air once again froze. Vuong Tieu Dong's eye sockets were red. Not because of emotion. But because of fear of juniors.

"Damn it, I even stepped on his foot before..." He muttered, "I actually dared to step on his foot..."

【Chapter 5】 The enemy's escapees did not return. After dawn, we cleaned up the scene. Twelve people were defeated by me. Among them, 8 were unconscious, 3 had broken bones, and one guy - the guy who was hit by the tree - had 3 broken ribs. No one died. The core of Tai Chi is "Hoa", not "Sat" (killing). Grandpa once said, if you don't need to harm people, don't do it. But honestly, the guy who got hit by the tree was an accident. I don't have good force control. After five years of not making a proper move, my hands feel a bit clumsy. Captain Tran, after gathering all the weapons and prisoners, called and reported to the rear line. The reinforcements arrived 40 minutes later. During these 40 minutes, I experienced the longest scrutiny of my life. The eyes of the 11 people looking at me changed. Complete change. Before, they looked at me like: "This idiot has screwed up again." Now I look back like: "Is this thing a human or a demon?" Trieu Thiet Tru always kept a distance of 3 meters or more from me. Before, he dared to put his arm around me and flick my forehead. Now he doesn't even dare step on my shadow.

“Squad leader, can you not be like that?”

“How am I?”

“You're standing eight miles away from me.”

"I... I'm just giving you space. In case I accidentally touch you, you turn around and give me a blow of some kind..."

“It won't.”

“Then you promise —”

"I promise, in the past 5 years you have patted my back more than 1,000 times, and not once have I thought about hitting you."

The corner of Trieu Thiet Tru's mouth twitched.

“Are you… are you still counting?”

“…There is no such number. It is an approximate number.”

“There's still an estimate.” He squatted down, covering his face, "Now that I think about it, every slap from me was like dancing disco in front of the Devil's Gate."

When reinforcements arrived, the scene became even more special. The team leader is Battalion Commander Chu Duc Tieu. This person before always shook his head when he saw me: "Hua Bac, if it weren't for your good cultural grades, I would have sent you back a long time ago." Now he stood at the scene, looking at the 12 prisoners tied up, looking at the pile of trophies on the ground. Then he turned to look at Captain Tran.

“Tran Ve Quoc, in the report you said... all this was done by one person?”

“Reporting to the Battalion Commander, yes.”
\deer?"

Captain Tran glanced at me. The look is so complex that even now I don't know how to describe it. Proud? Feeling sorry for yourself? Doubt in life? There should be enough.

“Hua Bac.”

Chu Duc Tieu was stunned. Blink a few times.

"Hua Bac? Is that guy Hua Bac always at the bottom of the list in terms of physical strength?"

“Yes.”

“Hua Bac can do 3 pull-ups?”

“Yes.”

“Last year it took 41 minutes to run 5 kilometers—”

“Little Captain!” I shouted loudly, "I know, it's me, it's all me."

Chu Duc Tieu looked at me, his expression speechless. After a while, he said a word.

“Hua Bac, come here.”

I'm going.

“Stand still.”

I stood still. He walked around me, as if admiring an antique of unknown origin.

“How old are you this year?”

“27, two more months until 28.”

“How many years have you been in the army?”

“Five years.”

“Five years…” He repeated, his tone very strange, “Five years of always being at the bottom of the physical fitness list?”