Aeon's sweat dripped from his temple, but he couldn't wipe it away because he was standing in attention. His clothes were also drenched, and the cloth was sticking on his skin which gave him an uncomfortable feeling.
But on the bright side, he was able to warm up.
Looking forward, from the top of the platform, Aeon could see the whole formation. However, his focus was not on his fellow privates. He was carefully observing the person-in-charge in the periphery of his left eye. Aeon could see that the man had furrowed eyebrows, but there was a mix of shock within that sour expression. What's up with it though? Before Aeon could find out, the man's lips moved and he began speaking.
"Five hundred squats!" the person-in-charge commanded once more.
