"Run faster! Haven't you eaten!"
Sorin's shouting echoed outside the tent. Kaelen looked up while writing his travelogue, smiling to himself. On the other side, Walter managed a team of beastmen without harsh scolding. He just stood there with a slingshot in hand; if any beastman slacked off, a pebble would give them an enthusiastic 'greeting'.
"Ahhh! Who on earth came up with this targeted training! You devil!" A Sub-Beast ran for his life, screaming as he was being chased by Wilder, who carried a snake in his mouth.
Zale's face was ice-cold as he said, "Run five more laps."
"Ahhh Zale! I curse you to be forced to sleep on the ground by your mate!"
"Ten more laps."
"You demon..."
"Ten..."
"You shut up, we won't say another word, alright?!"
The group that stayed behind to work laughed and gloated over the others' misfortune, until the supervisor stood behind them and gently said, "Tomorrow morning is your turn." The whole group immediately withered like autumn leaves.
