When daylight finally began to dim, Altair and Ren showed no signs of exhaustion while the new Recuits stood soaked down to their trousers, barely able to stand, drooling over themselves with scarcely the strength to even think, much less walk.
Those who kept their face up despite the exhaustion were remembered by Commander Borris. He nodded. "Good Job. For the next twenty-two weeks, we will train your bodies like this. Best you remember the pain today. It'll only grow with time." He said dryly. "You're dismissed."
Following the salute of those around him, Altair sighed when Borris took his leave, rolling his eyes with a hint of disinterest. Today's exercise had barely done anything. And unlike most people, sleep was something he detested. But today… Today, he felt sleep would find him for some reason.
Altair yawned, glancing around at his future comrades with neutrality and then at Ren. "Can you show me to the mess hall? I'm dying for some real food."
