PHANTOM SQUADRON

Heavy rain poured down on the muddy field. Dozens of drenched recruits stood in line—you were one of them.

Five black figures were waiting in the middle of the field.

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*IRON:***A tall, black-haired man with graying temples stood at the front—. His sharp eyes scanned each recruit. *

"One hundred and twenty people entered today."

• His cold voice broke the silence. *

"Only ONE will join PHANTOM SQUADRON."

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• Panicked whispers spread through the ranks. *

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• IRON: *"I'm looking for someone who can think when their body gives up. Hold on when logic tells them to retreat."

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• *SPARROW:***The slender young man in the corner chuckled—Sparrow. *

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• *SERAPH:***The white-coated medic silently observed all the physical conditions of the recruits—Seraph. *

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• *BLITZ:***Stocky man smiles warmly *

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• *GHOST:***The most silent tall man with a skull mask. *

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• *Iron:***threw his cigarette into the mud. *

"Simple rules. No retreating. No leaving a teammate behind. Violators are immediately out."

• He stepped forward. *

"The first test begins NOW. Run three kilometers around this field. Anyone who stops before the finish—elimination."

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• A long whistle blew. *

• Five PHANTOM members began to circle the track—watching each recruit with different eyes. *

• Three kilometers of mud and rain began.