Terms Of Enlistment Novels & Stories

"Absolutely not." Sienna's voice was firm. Final. "You're fourteen. You don't know what you're saying. The military means war. Violence. Death. I won't allow it." "You won't have a choice," Arthur replied. Calm. Determined. "When I'm eighteen. I'm an adult. I can enlist without permission. I'm telling you now. Out of respect. Not asking permission. Just informing you of my decision." "Arthur..." Dante's voice carried warning. "Don't speak to your mother that way. Show respect."

Lancelot shook his hand and gained a basic understanding of Cole’s background. The recruitment for superpowered individuals has an age limit—only those between ten and twenty years old can apply, but there are no educational requirements. Whether they are high school students or university students, as long as they possess superhuman abilities and are not members of a superpowered school, they can participate in the recruitment. Having awakened his powers at university, Cole was almost certain to be accepted into a superpowered school. With his B-level potential, his chances of being accepted were virtually guaranteed. “Before you joined, there were 52 trainees in our camp, all espers. Among

After that, they had to serve in government to enhance the power of the military power till the end of the life. This draft cycle was to conduct every five years. The last time they took the draft, it was when I had gotten into the coma. My parents said that they would also soon draft me into the military. After all, my friends already got drafted in and got placed at different training centers all around the world. Once they had gotten into the military, outside contact gets strictly forbidden. Unless your family is an elite or becomes an elite through you, that means no commoner has the chance of contacting one's family unless he/she changes into an elite with his/her outstanding abilities

“Very well father I will accept your terms and hire three of these men, on one condition.” He nods, “I'm listening.” “I will have the guards, I give you my word on that, however, they are to be solely under my employ. Meaning, that only I will have the ability to decide if, or when their contract should end.” Oh no, that cannot be good surely. I feel sick and full of dread as I see that the king looks ready to blow a fuse. “If I am to agree to such terms, you must give your word that you will employ them fairly and not dismiss them at your first opportunity, give them at least six months.”

She said quietly. "What? Really?" I ask, looking at Beth. Kyle was Beth's older brother and to be honest, I never knew he was interested in that. He was two years older than Beth. He graduated last year from our school. "Yes and I've tried talking him out of it last night, but he wouldn't have it." Beth said frustratingly. "Wow." I said, still speechless. "When is he enlisting?" I ask. "In July." She responds with a sigh. "I really don't want him to go, Julie. I know what happens when you are in the army and I don't want to lose my brother."

“So, to continue with this deal, you’ll have to accept these terms and conditions.” Nathan read through them carefully: 1. No involvement in any form of activity that would warrant rough physical handling. 2. Use of curse words or abusive language is not permitted. 3. Disobedience to established rules and regulations will not be tolerated. 4. Failure to follow through on plans mutually agreed upon by both parties. Failure to comply may result in possible suspension or deduction from salary. Nathan took a deep breath, his chest still tight with leftover emotion. He looked up slowly. “Yes. I accept. I agree to these terms.”

I knew Elias was inside but I ignored the sound with almost all of my willpower, keeping my eyes fixed forward, and entered my own quiet tent. In a short while, my dinner tray would be brought to me by a certain masked boy, and then the next trial game would start in the night. Usually, the trial games lasted about a week when new recruits wanted to join the ranks of the Iron Hold warriors but we were incredibly pressed for time. We needed these men sorted out as soon as possible.

A surrender. My eyes moved from Mikel’s face, earnest and waiting, down to the contract laid out on the coffee table. The words blurred together into a sea of legal terms, but a few phrases stood out like buoys in a storm: six-month duration, financial provision, mutual discretion, no emotional obligations. No emotional obligations.

he said turning towards the leaders. Leftenant Adrian stepped forward first. "As the Commander said, you will need to give us everything you have during these weeks. Even if you have no intention of becoming warriors, we have the ability to withhold your graduation from the program until you meet the standards we set. This means you will continue coming to training every day no matter how long it takes. So work hard, listen to instructions, and follow guidance provided by the leaders. It may seem silly to those of you who plan on becoming teachers or business people or other professions, but ask any wolf working those jobs now and they'll tell you about the time knowing how to fight saved th

Ferin reached the head of the queue. “Name,” the priest said crisply. “Ferin Elgard,” Ferin supplied. “Number of people in your household?” “Four,” Ferin replied. “Almost five.” “Congratulations,” Thaelen murmured. “By order of King Aersik, each household of Alden must volunteer one member, male or female, for conscription into the army. Where the household has a male of appropriate age, a male will be taken to be trained as a soldier. Where the household has no male, a female of appropriate age will be taken to provide the army with supporting services.”