1251 The Silver Fox Leader
Everyone glanced at their leader and secretly felt bad for their Brigade Commander.
Archangel Jonah.
He was also a person who trained in the ways of the Shaolin.
And honestly, no one told him to shave his head, but he did. He shaved it all, smooth and clean.
In the barracks, they didn't per se shave their heads completely.
There were specific hairstyles that were allowed.
And Landon had dictated what hairstyles that would be.
For one, he approved of hairstyles that looked like Captain Roy Mustag in FullMetal Alchemist. Or those like Maes Hughes, King Bradley or any that could always keep their hair in short ponytails.
Yup!
These were medieval people who had long been fighting with their hair intact.
So why tell them to shave it all off?
Even assassins, Pirates and the rest had long flowing hair. So why bother?
On the contrary, these people took their hair as an external limb of some sort.
So if an enemy were trying to hit one's arms, wouldn't one try to dodge it?
The same logic worked for their hair. They had been trained to avoid any hair pulls.
And that's why even with their hair intact, it was hard and rare for one to grab someone's hair during battle.
It was just so hard... Especially when some people had turned their long ponytails into weapons.
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That's right.
Some people placed hidden spear ends at the bottom of their ponytails and would then use their long ponytails as a role, slashing and killing their enemies when need be.
Sigh...
Some could even do all this without touching their hair and only relying on twisting their necks around.
That is, they had mastered the control and weight of the hidden spear end, knowing how to make their entire ponytail dance like a moving serpent.
So how can this not be impressive?
No one thought it was necessary to shave their heads.
So it wasn't any rule or something.
Thus, Jonah, who had shaved his hair full bald, was indeed an eye-sore to many.
He just felt like shaving it all off one day. And so he did.
He took it all off and honestly looked like a monk... Especially whenever he palmed his hands together and prayed here and there.
He was also a very gentle soul, liking to be one with nature and often drank tea too.
And one shouldn't forget his ever-smiling face that never wrinkled even when he was pissed.
Of course, it was his ever-smiling face and gentle nature that confused the enemy and even several other military personnel too.
However, if one underestimated him, then the results would be too dire to bear!
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Jonah the archangel of the Silver Fox Brigade.
He was also the real reason why the Silver Fox Brigade commander was secretly growing white hair too early.
This guy always placed his life on the line while trying to experiment with his thoughts instead.
As many might already know, he was an exceptional soldier that many had acknowledged.
And when he was out on several missions, there had been countless times that he alone had tricked the enemies and made them kill themselves just like that.
He was very witty, intelligent, and a quick thinker who was always on his feet.
There was no denying that his military points and escapades were great.
But what made people want to cry was that despite his faith, he was a real troublemaker!
You see, if they had to flee, Jonah would of course do his part to ensure everyone's safety.
However, after the coast was clear and he had made sure that everyone under him was kept safe, rather than staying in one place, this bastard liked to go out to weather the storm on his own.
Only the heavens knew what was going on in the bastard's brain.
And every time he was questioned and reprimanded by his commander after his missions, he would only smile and say the same one-liner that had now become his famous slogan.
[Brigade Commander, as a peaceful person, I never take risks that I'm not sure of.]
(-_-)
The Brigade Commander has had countless nights of sleeplessness because of this bastard.
So one could understand why their Brigade commander was going off like that.
In truth, if possible, he wouldn't want to send Jonah for the HUNT. But they were the closest around the scene. So what could he do?
He could only send them before quickly getting back to over.
And all these calculations were just because of a certain archangel!
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Tup...
The communication device went off.
And everyone's face turned even more drastic as they secretly analyzed the situation in their heads.
For now, they weren't fully equipped for the HUNT, seeing that they were called out while doing private training.
Nonetheless, they weren't overly panicked.
Yes!
They had been drilled on how to act and complete their tasks seven when at a disadvantage.
Things might not go off as smoothly as they would hope, but they damn sure wouldn't lose within their territory that they had mastered!
Everyone clenched their fists in determination.
And amongst them was young McKenzie.
Bubuum. Bubuum. Bubuum!
McKenzie's heart continuously drummed against his chest very loudly.
This was it! This was it!... This was his first-ever battle with SS-class assassins.
He was confident that he could take down an S-class enemy. But a double S-class one was something he had never thought he would be facing so soon!
This... This... This...
Was he truly up to the task yet?
Gulp.
The 26-year-old McKenzie swallowed hard while accessing his strength.
Doubt, uncertainty and a few other emotions weaved themselves into his mind.
But soon, he quickly snapped out of it all after seeing the confident looks on the faces of his colleagues.
Very quickly, his eyes brightened up yet again.
That's right. They were proud Baymardians who had the advantage of technology on their side.
And just as their Brigade officer had said earlier on, if it was too much, then flee!
But more than anything else, if their lives were in absolute danger, take the shot and kill.
No need for hostages!
