The letters received by the Reconnaissance Group every day came flying in like snowflakes, almost matching the daily receipt volume of a rescue team. At first, everyone found it intriguing, but after seeing it enough times, they weren't surprised anymore. The leader won't even look at them, just tosses them into a box.
The veteran looked with pity at the person who had just spoken, truly fearless in the face of the Living Yama, daring to court death.
The tall and indifferent man stood upright where he was, "Everyone, fifty kilometers of loaded cross-country, fail to complete it, no food." His voice was steady and imposing, with a merciless chill not allowing refusal.
Immediately, wails spread everywhere below as they hadn't spoken! Why punish everyone?
"Attention, all of you, execute the order."
"Yes!" No one dared to object, over two hundred people ran out in a flash. Wearing thin clothes without even any cotton-padded jackets, they disappeared like the wind.
