Once again, give me a few moments to edit this chapter fully.
Peace.
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/LIGHTNING!/
While Testros and Sarferato silently agreed to their cooperation, lightning struck the distant sandy dunes.
Sarferato crossed his arms, a smirk on his face as memories passed by his eyes.
"Hoo… He's too energetic. Long ago, the recruits for the Infantry were just like him, dreaming kids full of emotion and desire."
"... Until they actually stepped onto the battlefield." Testros added with a sigh as he looked at the side
"Yes."
There was melancholy in his tone, but pride and happiness as well.
All soldiers always began eager to help and fight, and regardless of how they ended, there was something to be said about that.
And above all, the infantry wasn't a place of despair and death, it was much more than that… That was how Sarferato wished to remember it by.
/Buzzz… Buzzz…/
