People who once hailed from the same hometown as Rangbang looked at this fellow villager with bewildered and unrecognizing eyes.
Is this really Rangbang? That honest and timid young man from the farm?
Just as Horn once said, war is a tool that strengthens national character.
Under immense pressure, old ideas must be updated, and previously disjointed people must unite.
Rangbang, like a dull piece of iron, has been honed through three years as a representative, hammered by the bloodless night, and tempered by a year of war, finally becoming a sharp sword in this moment.
As time passed, gradually, people began to feel that the situation had changed.
Everyone could see that Rangbang, who had previously stumbled over words, was speaking more fluently, as if he had grown taller.
Liborole, despite his imposing stance, found beads of sweat gathering more densely on his forehead.
The onlookers were already faintly sensing that Liborole's logic was flawed.
