"Keep going!" Ume screamed from the bottom of his lungs, almost reaching the point where he would be foaming at the mouth. "Slash! Shield! Poke! Shield! Slash! Shield!"
Today was a joyous day for all the recruits.
They'd finally moved on from purely stamina-building exercises, received their training weapons, and were learning the basics of swinging them around!
Obviously, the introduction of the new exercises didn't mean the lessening of their usual training regimen - this new practice was crammed into what little free time they had, limiting their rest periods just to the single period from the quick wash in the small river near the training field and until the end of breakfast the day after.
'At the very least, they are feeding us well,' Chris thought, swinging his sword to the rhythm of Ume's orders while secretly trying his best to observe the situation.
He was the oldest recruit in the whole bunch, the lone otherworlder beyond the pristine age of a young adult.
