Everyone is but a grain of sand in the torrent of the times, either drifting with the current or transforming into the embankment that stems the tide.
The situation suddenly took a sharp turn, becoming urgent abruptly.
In the West District's Gunsmiths' training ground, approximately three thousand adolescents stood in neat, uniform formations under the blazing sun.
The children held their hands outstretched, gripping solid metal casting models deliberately crafted to resemble firearms.
They gazed ahead, motionless.
Each one was drenched in sweat, their hands trembling slightly.
Yet, despite the sweat trickling down their cheeks, these children stood firm as sculptures.
They had maintained this posture for nearly half an hour.
On the high platform facing the children, Yujin was also maintaining this posture.
Only he was holding a larger, heavier modified Scorpion Lion Heavy Sniper-191.
