Footmen Wearing Special Uniforms Novels & Stories

This funeral procession of one hundred men was advancing very quickly. Even if there were people carrying two coffins at the front of the team, the speed at which they were advancing was no different as compared to that of a general march. Not only that, but this group of people was also all wearing the same tactical leather boots. When they walked fast on the concrete floor, the neat and uniform footsteps sound that they made resounded throughout the valley. There was an old man in the team, and at this time, he was already tired and panting from following the team to walk at a fast pace.

The five guards approaching were dressed in the typical neo-Roman style. A chest plate that was a combination of leather and metal. A shirt that was long enough to form a kind of skirt. Long boots that laced up to the knee. Every soldier in Flatland wore some variation of this getup, from the very first ones we’d encountered in Probet, to the ones in the various cities we’d visited.

And she had to prove her willingness to stay with them tonight. “Let us go,” Wayne ordered and the men took the lead out of the receiving hall. They were dressed in their usual leather jackets and boots. But they weren't all wearing dark colors this time. Shem wore a red jacket, Jericho was on brown, Terry was wearing a dark blue jacket while Crusoe and Jake wore the usual black. However, the men wore identical black jean pants and same type of boots.

Their headquarters was high maintenance, so it's a bit reasonable to find a maid or something but my eyes didn't get one. When I passed through outside, I saw a lot of men along the way wearing a strap with their rifles around them. All of them were wearing their significant and staple black outfit while some were wearing pants that seemed like an army. My eyes went to their shirts that had been hugging their muscles tight. If I know, these people are well-trained given their presence and all their hard work reflects their healthy, and stern body built. Now that all of them were turning around, I ran as fast as I could towards the other way without my shoes on. I was praying to God that no o

Ten boys walked in—all dressed in deep, slate-blue uniforms stitched with pale silver sashes. They were not boys, not really. Their presence was animal, almost spectral—like wolves in human skin. Tall, sharp-featured, eyes as pale as steel or as dark as frozen earth. Some carried long scars on their necks or forearms. One wore a necklace made of silver. Elowyn felt the air shift. She wasn’t the only one staring. The entire hall clapped as they entered—loud, echoing, celebratory. Even the coldest instructors stood taller.

So they knew everything up until how the old man and I knew each other. At the moment I was getting dressed in my uniform. Black bodysuit with gold on the arms and legs, paired with a black hooded cloak with gold accents. Don’t know why but all the time I got dressed in any of my uniforms I looked like a warrior from the medieval times. My hair cascaded down my back.

More than a dozen people in special combat uniforms rushed in fully armed. "Don't move! Hold your heads and squat down!" "Hold your head with both hands and squat on the ground!" "Those who disobey will be killed on the spot!" "..." Several special warfare personnel shouted loudly and warned more than 40 subordinates of Master Kefo. Although these subordinates of Master Kefo were usually very arrogant, none of them had ever seen such a scene. They were all dumbfounded! The weapons in the hands of these special warfare personnel were too overbearing. As long as they crooked their fingers, these subordinates of Master Kefo would be beaten into a sieve...

“Ow! I know you already have a favorite student, but this is really starting to hurt my feelings.” “You pig. You’re eating too much junk. Eat the barbeque instead.” Jack looked stunned, but he was happy that he was being offered free food that he started eating what I could not finish. Watson and Emily were looking at a few Atlantean men walking around with spear-like weapons. They were wearing the same uniform as us but they have white metallic armors attached to the top of their shoulders and chest and glowing a faint blue from time to time. I noticed a few more of them to our right.

But she did have an odd aura. Selene stood before me, clad in the section 5 Army uniform, a garment renowned for its lightweight and form-fitting design. The fabric seemed to seamlessly conform to her body, almost as if it were a second skin. I remembered hearing that when you shift, it feels like you're naked due to the liberating sensation the fabric provides. It's a beautiful design that ensures comfort and flexibility during shifts. Plus, it magically reappears on your body when you shift back—a practical detail that minimizes the risk of being caught naked.

The Slayer from the Undina Clan in the north. Through four-year-old Aki, the only things available within her field of vision were almost identical pant legs. Court officials of the Clan of Stork favored white baggy pants that complemented their tops with the very wide sleeves. All extra widths of fabric worked like a cat’s whiskers and brushed against obstacles to alert them to any potential dangers, while the clip-clopping geta clogs would give way to closed-toe tabi boots when donning a white Slayer suit. The getas were cumbersome compared to the steel-toe-capped boots which felt like having nothing on the feet.