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On the towering walls of Noxus, life for the guards was often unexpectedly calm and monotonous. On the Rune Continent, although wars and conflicts never truly ceased, thanks to the rules established by the Summoner's War, large-scale military confrontations were actually quite rare. These rules acted as an invisible barrier, confining most of the flames of war to specific arenas, allowing the soldiers of Noxus to enjoy a relatively leisurely routine while on duty atop the walls.
For the rookie Azul, being assigned here after graduating from the grueling training camp was undoubtedly a relief. He had endured countless days and nights of rigorous training there, where the regimen was both brutal and high-pressure, filled with physical and mental challenges every single day. Now, standing on the wall and gazing at the vast landscape, he only needed to patrol occasionally to ensure the safety of the fortifications—far easier than his previous days.
The other veterans on the wall quickly noticed Azul's novelty towards this job. Having spent more time here, they were accustomed to the tranquility that enveloped the walls. They chuckled at Azul's sense of wonder while sharing stories from the battlefield and amusing anecdotes during quiet nights.
For Azul, this period was not only an opportunity for rest and recovery but also a chance to learn and prepare for potential future battles. Despite the peaceful life on the walls, Noxus's doctrine never allowed them to forget their essence as warriors—that they must always be ready to fight for the glory of the Empire. Thus, as Azul stood on the wall, gazing at the distant skyline, his heart brimmed with dreams and hopes for the future, along with a profound sense of pride in being a soldier of Noxus.
This morning, Azul awoke with an unusual feeling—a persistent twitch in his left eyelid that brought an inexplicable sense of unease. The continuous twitching made him feel extremely uncomfortable, as if it foretold some unknown upheaval about to occur. He tried to shake off this anxiety, but deep down in some corner of his mind, that subtle discomfort lingered like a cold breeze suddenly sweeping through on a hot summer day, sending chills down his spine.
Due to this inexplicable anxiety, Azul found himself distracted during morning assembly; his thoughts drifted aimlessly, causing him to grasp only fragments of his commander's orders. As a result, while other soldiers quickly formed ranks, he stood frozen in place, which naturally caught the instructor's attention and earned him an extra punishment—running five laps around the entire drill field.
As he ran, Azul felt both physical exhaustion and mental oppression weighing down on him. He constantly berated himself internally, reminding himself not to make such foolish mistakes again. Each step was accompanied by self-reproach; every completed lap tested his willpower. Gritting his teeth, Azul resolved to treat this mistake as a lesson; he told himself that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he could not let such baseless anxiety affect his performance. He needed to be strong and resilient, refusing to let trivial matters tarnish his honor as a soldier of Noxus.
After receiving a stern reprimand from his commander that felt like a storm sweeping over him—leaving him feeling as if flames were scorching his face—Azul felt somewhat wronged but knew he had erred and could only accept it silently. When ordered back to his post quickly by the commander, he clenched his jaw and vowed not to make the same mistake again.
On his way back to the armory, his steps were hurried and eager as if he wanted to prove his determination through swift action. Upon entering the armory, he immediately immersed himself in preparing equipment. However, his urgency contrasted sharply with the languid atmosphere inside.
Several veterans were leisurely donning their gear; some chatted casually while others practiced weapon gestures or even yawned as if they were indifferent to any impending mission. When they spotted Azul’s figure appear, a wave of teasing remarks erupted.
"Hey! Azul! So eager to serve your country? Did you run a few extra laps?" one veteran laughed mockingly.
Azul shot them a glance with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth; he understood this camaraderie among veterans but had no intention of letting their jests get under his skin. Instead, he composed himself and replied loudly, "I’m just making sure I’m fully prepared; you all should know this mission is no joke!"
When several Veterans heard Azul's serious response, they burst into laughter, their voices echoing in the armory.
One Veteran set down his weapon and walked toward the sweating Azul, looking at him intently with a smirk on his face. He mockingly asked, "Azul? Are you feeling feverish? Do you even know what your mission is?"
Azul, still smiling, answered without hesitation, "Of course I know. It's to patrol the walls."
The Veteran nodded as if he had just heard some profound truth, his expression one of playful disbelief. He sighed dramatically and said, "Yes, Azul, so stop talking about missions like it's some crazy thing. You're lucky! You get to be here on vacation!"
Hearing this, Azul laughed along with them, feeling the weariness in his heart dissipate in the lighthearted atmosphere created by the Veterans. He understood that this group might be reminding him in their own way, but they were also encouraging him. So he wiped the sweat from his forehead, gathered his spirits, and prepared to face the upcoming patrol mission.
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