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The recruits were so awfully slow. Of course, according to the man barking commands, that was the role a military recruit was supposed to play. They were slow, they were dumb, they were unskilled and undisciplined. Nothing was out of the ordinary this brightening at all, but he yelled nonetheless, "Hurry up! The longer you make me wait, the longer you will later be disappointed in yourself for making me wait!" It was a job, but one the Daekin took incredibly seriously.

When they had all mustered again, some were forcing their breath through their nose while others were doubled over gasping for air indicating how far they were from being in condition to fight. Shaking his head, Pennington said, "You will all train on your own and together in order to get into some sort of shape. If you are not fit enough, you cannot fight effectively. And just in case you were not aware, you will have to fight in the military." His words were obvious and most likely could have gone without saying, but the words when said aloud seemed to strike a certain chord in the hearts of men which could only be brought out by the realism of their situation. "If you are in poor condition, you will die on the battlefield."

Two Senior Legionnaires wheeled a cart over to where the group of recruits were located. They uncovered the cart to reveal a massive pile of wooden replica swords. Shield Daekin Pennington drew his own blade and gave the next orders. "Quickly take a practice sword from the cart and get back into formation. This time, allow yourself more room to move about. And I would suggest you move quickly this time." Apparently they did not move quickly the last time, but the threat might make some of the slower men move a bit quicker.