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"
Sounds
like
a
video
game
.
The
more
you
kill
,
the
stronger
you
get
-
that
it
?
Shit
,
I
got
a
lot
of
catching
up
to
do
.
"
"
Except
their
opponents
weren
’
t
training
dummies
or
little
digital
aliens
.
These
were
living
,
breathing
men
they
slaughtered
.
Like
cattle
.
Men
with
swords
.
Men
fighting
for
their
lives
,
same
as
them
.
If
they
wanted
to
live
,
they
had
to
catch
their
enemy
off
-
guard
,
lay
traps
,
and
sometimes
run
away
with
their
tail
between
their
legs
.
"
Not
the
first
image
that
sprang
into
your
head
when
you
thought
of
master
swordsmen
.
"
Learning
what
would
get
you
killed
and
how
to
get
your
enemy
killed
-
the
only
way
to
know
a
thing
like
that
is
to
do
it
.
Some
kid
who
’
d
been
taught
how
to
swing
a
sword
in
a
dojo
didn
’
t
stand
a
chance
against
a
man
who
’
d
been
tested
in
battle
.
They
knew
it
,
and
they
kept
doing
it
.
That
’
s
how
they
piled
up
hundreds
of
corpses
.
One
swing
at
a
time
.
"
"
Kiri
-
oboeru
.
"
"
That
’
s
right
.
"
"
So
why
do
they
bother
training
us
at
all
?
"
"
Ah
,
right
to
the
point
.
Brains
like
that
,
you
’
re
too
smart
to
be
a
soldier
.
"
"
Whatever
,
Sarge
.
"
"
If
you
really
want
to
fight
the
Mimics
,
you
need
helicopters
or
tanks
.
But
helicopters
cost
money
,
and
it
takes
money
to
train
the
pilots
,
too
.
And
tanks
won
’
t
do
you
a
lick
of
good
on
this
terrain
-
too
many
mountains
and
rivers
.
But
Japan
is
crawling
with
people
.
So
they
wrap
’
em
in
Jackets
and
ship
’
em
to
the
front
lines
.
Lemons
into
lemonade
.
"
