"So, you think the cooking class is capable, huh? Fine! The target is there. If you hit all ten bullets on target, I'll let your class handle this internally! But if you miss, don't blame me for escalating this!"
As soon as the stern-faced Instructor finished speaking, several veteran cooking class members were flustered.
The reason they were assigned to the cooking class was that their scores in various subjects fell short, making them useless in the Forces except for cooking. The Instructor proposed this way intentionally to highlight the gap between them and the cooking class, and redeem the face he just lost. There was absolutely no compassion towards Flossie Wright.
Just imagine, the rain was falling so heavily, the visibility was so poor that one could barely see. The difficulty was many times greater than usual. Even the soldiers trained by the Instructor himself might not be able to hit the target. It would be impressive if Flossie Wright could hit just one bullet!
