Another month quietly passed, signifying the eleventh month of their relentless military training.
Only one final month remained before they would ascend to the next military rank, a step closer to becoming true soldiers.
Throughout the past month, their focus had been solely on rigorous hand to hand combat training.
Corporal Samuel ensured that every lesson was etched into their very bones, forging instinct through repetition and pain.
Though none of them had miraculously transformed into masters overnight, the training had given them exactly what mattered most.
Enough skill to survive when death loomed near.
Enough technique to seize a fleeting chance at escape.
Enough precision to catch their enemies unprepared.
It was 3:00 AM, and despite the early hour, several recruits clad in their familiar orange uniforms were already gathered within the cafeteria, quietly collecting their meals.
