The new recruits entered their candlelit room one after the other and collapsed into their beds. Their faces were pale, and their bodies unbearably exhausted.
"Ugh…"
"My back…"
"My joints…"
Their groans filled the room. Some of them fell asleep the instant their heads touched the pillows.
Just like them, Willard collapsed into his bed, eyes weary as he stared at the ceiling. "This is hell, not training." After a short while, his labored breathing calmed, 'If it weren't for the refreshing bath they force us to take after training, I probably would've died a long time ago.'
Despite the intensity and harshness of the training, most of the recruits didn't want to leave. In some ways, it was even enjoyable. More importantly, they were receiving resources they'd never dreamed of.
