Terms Of Enlistment Novels & Stories

She would nod from time to time while the remaining pages to read diminished. After she read through all the book, she sorted the most important information in her mind. 'I can't kill or gravely injure other students but small fights are allowed. The enrollment to the academy lasts till you are twenty years old, after that you need to apply for a position and pass a test if you want to remain in this space. I will think about the other information after I have an idea of the techniques that I can obtain here.' It was still the middle of the afternoon so Lucinda decided to rest before waking up at night to resume her cultivation.

Anubis raised his hand. “Yes sir?” Eli asked as he nodded in Anubis’s direction. “You keep saying pack member, not warrior. Why is that?” Anubis asked. Eli sat up straight and with a smile he answered, “That is because we don’t limit the training to just warriors. Any pack member is allowed to train and use the facilities. Training is open to all pack members starting at age 4.” Anubis leaned forward into the conversation, “And this works?”

I took a moment to observe them and I saw that they were nervous about the last statement I made which was exactly what I wanted from them. " I have ordered the security to be tightened, but with the number of warriors we have here, it won't be enough if a war were to start all of a sudden. Hence, all the males from the age of fifteen should sign up to be warriors and start vigorous training. After everything has returned to normal, they can then decide if they want to continue being a warrior or they want to drop out, it is solely up to them, ".

“Then you’re interested in war? Because that’s the alternative. We have over five hundred marked now. All trained. All loyal. All willing to fight for what we believe in.” “Which is?” “Equality. Everyone deserves access to power. Not just those born with it.” He pulled out a scroll. “Our leaders propose a treaty. We stop taking people by force. Instead, we offer membership. Anyone who wants power can volunteer. No coercion. No drugs. Just choice.” “And in return?” “You stop attacking our compounds. Stop trying to free people who don’t want to be freed. Acknowledge that some people choose to join us willingly.” Alina took the scroll. Read it. The terms were surprisingly reasonable.

"Before you come any further, you need to understand the terms.” Grace nodded immediately. "Anything.” Tristan straightened slightly despite his obvious pain. "Terms.” "You're not walking into a warm welcome," Sera said flatly. "You'll work Supervised labor only No leadership roles No unsupervised access to supplies or watch positions Everything you do gets vetted. Everything you say gets noted. If either of you steps out of line even once you're back outside that gate Am I clear" Grace's jaw tightened, but she nodded again without hesitation. "Understood Completely"

86 | R O Y A L M I L I T A R Y E N T R A N C E E X A M ( P A R T 1 ) *** Reinhard went to an enlistment post to take the royal military entrance test. The line at this place is even as far as two blocks of residents' houses. The youths who seemed to have just awakened their werewolf powers filled the line with great enthusiasm. It's not strange actually, because of the werewolf's belief that the stronger is more powerful. And also, in times of war like this, the younger generations will definitely be very enthusiastic about proving their strength.

was still ringing in their brains. "Good money doesn't come just like that, right? What are the terms and conditions?" Crystal cleared her throat. She didn't want him to see how excited she was. "Krm!! The match begins in two days. And this match is between the people who sign up and the junior intakes of our clan. If you join in, you get to compete with them. Thereafter, you'll have a match with the senior intake. If you can withstand ten hits, you'll be recruited and become an official member.

"These are the terms. Read them. Sign the bottom." I scanned them quickly. My name already typed in neat, ominous print. Seven nights. One week. No departure without leave. Confidentiality absolute. Physical and mental tests of "devotion." If I broke any condition, I jeopardised payment and safety. "'Obedience'?" I asked, an eyebrow up. "'Discipline rituals'?" Sloan's mouth smiled, but it wasn't amusement. It was caution. "We take our Order seriously, Ivy. This is not a game."

She pretended to not notice how he was walking so close that their hands kept brushing against each other. “The other areas we passed,” he said suddenly. “I saw children. Soldiers?” “Yes.” “They’re very young.” “We enter different fields of the Service when we’re ten years old,” she said. “Some are chosen to be doctors and medics, some are chosen to become farmers to feed the people. There are a lot of callings that have to be answered, and that means some are Selected to serve in the military. Wherever our talents would best serve the Empire, that’s where we go. Why should a recruit start any later than a farmer, or a physician, or a baker? We’re all apprentices, and all callings are necess

"It's here. He's your 284th challenger. He more likely than not enrolled just yesterday evening." "Huh?" Lorist shouted, beginning. "Greasy! When did the enlistment begin!?" "Two days prior… " expressed Charade as he quietly grinned. "At this point, there are in excess of 350 candidates. There were 30 others when I was strolling over from the Enforcement Department a little while ago. I accept it'll hit 400 by today… " Lorist flicked his center finger at Charade. "I'm truly going to give it to that old charlatan! Does he maintain that me should kick the bucket!? How could that be in any capacity whatsoever sensible?"