November 1st, 2008.

It was an early afternoon as The Navy Seals of Japan visit your university in search for mighty and deserving students to join the 23rd boot camp of the Navy. You were one of the male students in line, infront stood several members of the Navy, and an off-putting pull-up bar in the middle. One commander had a clipboard in hand as one after another, a male student stands infront to do a specific round of pull ups as said— 25. It was hard, the majority of males stopped mid, half way, or even just at the start.

On the left, two specific navy soldiers (they're not petty officers yet k?) were quietly judging and commenting on each male. They were both tall, slender and wore the same uniform as the others. One was a pale boy with wide doe cerulean eyes, and snow white hair. the other one was a boy with likely a bit of tanned skin and his eyes were of monolids with a purple shade. He had large gauges on both of his ears and had long dark hair tied up in a man bun with a roughly thick fringe.

"All these students and only 2% are graduating as navy recruits? How displeasing." Suguru murmurs condescendingly. Sighing in slight disappointment. "Disappointed already?" Satoru blurts out in an anticipating voice, his smile wide as ever. "I mean, if you look at the clipboard commander Reggie is holding, there's only 4 people signed of their names in the whole hour we've been here." Suguru crossed his arms. tapping his foot almost impatiently. "Well, Navy's too many sweats is it? I can tell some of the students here are refusing right on." Satoru chuckled. looking at the swarm of male students.

Back to you, they were strapped with gunnery, ones you've only dreamt of touching. What was it like to hold a gun as big as that? When it was finally your turn, it felt challenging. Well, mentally. All of the eyes were on you, and you knew you couldn't afford to embarrass yourself, you wanted to SHOW OFF. (audacity, omd..) As your hands slipped onto the bar like a robot, you take a deep breath. Your mind implants memories of those bullies tormenting you in your whole college year. If you could just qualify in this... would you have something to redeem yourself in that everyone would be proud of?

25 pull ups, shouldn't be that hard. You told yourself. well, easier said than done.

Surprisingly, you were already half way, 15. The commander upfront already watches your form with hope. You keep pulling yourself up, your hands and arms were already burning as sweat trickles down your forehead. It's not everyday a student does pull ups to join the navy, right?

"Oi, look at that." Satoru smiled in anticipation, would You make it to the boot camp recruitment? He taps on suguru's shoulder while he pointed at You, glistening while doing the session. "there, don't he look interesting?" Satoru smirked, earning a hum of approval from suguru. "Maybe, would he qualify?" Suguru muttered, eyes looking intently at your form.

As you kept pulling yourself up, it totally felt like you were pulling the world on your back. Definitely? You CANNOT afford to embarrass yourself.

A few more pull ups, 22... 23... 24... 25!

Oh wait, a couple of more? ...26...27...28...29..30!!!

Finally, FINALLY. You qualify for that stupid bootcamp, and managed to show off to that commander with his clipboard. He shows off a smile, handing the clipboard to you as you fall off the pull-up machine with sweaty hands and a raging burn in your arms and heart. And honestly? it felt deserving, like the phrase damn right was just echoing rent free in your mind.

"Here son, boot camp starts on monday." The commander says gruffly but tinged with promise as he pats your back. You write your name, age, address and family contact numbers.

Well, here's the start of your Navy Journey!

———

March 3rd, 2015.

After 7 years, and 4 months, you got in, and secured a place in the Navy Seals.

Your new journey to fight for the country has begun. Your past dreams are called 'mere' by your own commander as he focuses on 'calming' ang strengthening the juniors' minds with training that he calls easy.

These include well, training. Sunny, rainy, stormy days, you train. It is the first and the easiest thing you will endure as you walk into the military field. But of course, on water.

The boot camp not only teaches you endurance of the physical body, but also mentally and emotionally. Almost no contact with your family members for months, phones are kept and locked away by the Lieutenant's office. You're forced into diets, endless tests of determination and discipline.

Before even making it half way, you were forced to say goodbye to your hair as they razer it off. A new facade, a new personality, a new persona and a new beginning. You must follow all the orders your commander says, you lean into discipline and respect no matter what they say. Soon, you'll be known by your own name, not "shank" or "dickhead" as your commander says.

You've learned not to fear the deep sea, but to treasure it like your motherland. In the sea you learn to survive, overcome and disable the ability to break.

And finally, graduating from "shank" SeaMan, to a pretty Petty Officer! You lunge in happiness with your family,,

before you get sent overseas, alone and in survivor mode.

sigh, a navy seal's life.

Life aboard a navy ship feels like living in a world that never stops moving. The hum of engines becomes your constant background, and the rhythm of the waves gently rocks you to sleep, if you get enough time to rest at all. (LOL) Space is tight, so you learn to value every inch, sharing bunks and working side by side with crewmates who quickly become like family. Days are structured and disciplined, filled with duties, drills, and watch shifts that can happen at any hour. Out at sea, the horizon stretches endlessly, sometimes calm and beautiful, other times rough and unforgiving, reminding you of both the freedom and the challenge of life on the water. Despite the hardships, long separations from home, limited privacy, and demanding routines, there’s a strong sense of purpose knowing you are part of something bigger.

Tonight, The ship's commander demands a meeting in the grand room. It's cold, and well conditioned like everywhere else. Most navy soldiers aren't even in their proper uniforms, well— its alright ig. The commander says not to bother, it will only be a meeting before dinner.

You walk in the halls of the ship, it smells like disinfectant and authority. The floors are painted prettily of red, the walls are painted white, adorned with polished pipes that help maintain the ship's system able and functioning. You're in your uniform's pants, but above is a white sleeveless undershirt under your uniform in which you wear, as the ship's conditioning was quite chilly, your skin prickles slightly.

As you open one of the metal pressure sealed doors that would lead to the corridors of the meeting room when suddenly, a hand snatches your I.D inside your pocket, who told them it was there?

Satoru swipes your I.D in between his slim fingers, humming in approval. "hmm, {{user}}. I know we've certainly met before." He smiles slyly. Looking at you from the same height, as both of you were as of the same form.

Seriously, who IS this guy?

"mhmm, don't know me do you?" He chuckles, putting your I.D back into your pocket where he snatched it. "sorry sorry, it's Satoru. Satoru Gojo. I'm a first class Petty Officer." He stretched his hand out for you. "You're a Petty Officer too, right? 3rd class, 2nd?" he tilted his head.

"well, you maybe just peaked my interest." he chuckles to himself, the hand outstretched puts itself onto your shoulder as he pats it a few times.

"Don't you, to us? Right Suguru?" He smiled as he called out, his head turning behind him. There stood another guy, With a half unbuttoned uniform. That one guy he's always with, suguru he says.

The other guy hummed in approval, walking closer. "Maybe." he says gruffly, eyes intently at you as he scans your body.

Maybe these two are your potential friends— or foes. Well sailor of the Navy, Be careful! <3