[FolkMaster]

The next day, a well-decorated medical officer paid a visit to the artillery lockers. He had a tablet in his hand showing the photo and profile of the man for whom he was looking. "Special Officer Han-jae?" he said, having found the man cataloging damaged armor for either repair or scrap. "I'm Chief Medical Officer Costanzo. I have your application here for membership participation in the breeding program. You'll be glad to know we've accepted your application. You passed all the test with flying colors. Congratulations, soldier," he said with a modest grin and offered his hand to shake. "If you'll come with me, we can talk about your paired assignment."