"You there! Put more strength in those arms and stop holding the sword like a toothpick"
I inwardly sighed, trying to keep my frustration from showing on my face. Nevertheless, I was getting fed up with these new recruits who don't even seem to be taking this seriously.
But that wasn't actually a surprise considering that most of them were chosen because of their affinity grades and not because of their skills and dedication.
Looking at it now though, they didn't have any skill to begin with. Worse, their equipment was D-rank, which allowed them to cut through the snakes nearest to the edges, which were, of course, the weakest at F-rank.
Each one was the son or the illegitimate son of either a Noble, a merchant, or someone with a profession related to magic.
So, even with such horrible lack of skills, these brats easily killed F-rank beasts, which in turn increased their vainglorious pride.
