Back in the southwestern fort, a couple kilometers away from the frontlines, typically known as boot camp, the recruits within the boot camp were looking at the main grounds with shocked expressions on their faces. A while ago, a piece of news emerged. Soldiers from the frontlines were now being retrained.
They were the Division Seven, an infamous division with the title meat grinder. The one currently commanding them was one of the few graduates from the imperial military academy. Her name was Alastair Hecate, the top student graduate of the year. She was popular within the higher echelons, but for the ones below, she was a newly emerged general.
"I can't believe that the Division Seven are now being retrained. This is unbelievable. I have heard lots about them being as problematic as the lowest of the lowest. The division where most scums gathered together." A recruit uttered while looking at the army from afar.
