"Miss!"
Suddenly, a man ran in. He was a twenty-six or twenty-seven-year-old man. Judging by the way he ran, with his hands half-fisted at his waist, knuckles facing inward, forearms slightly level, elbows slightly bent, the upper body straight, and arms swinging naturally, he looked like a soldier.
Even though he had something important to report, his face showed no signs of urgency.
The five burly men preparing for combat training felt a surge of joy. They assumed that the young miss had something to take care of, which meant that they might not have to train today. It felt like escaping death.
However, their young miss frowned slightly and ignored the man who had come to report. "Why are you still standing there? Start!"
The five burly men were almost in tears. The hope that had just kindled was instantly crushed.
Oh well, you can't escape the inevitable. If the young miss doesn't get a few rounds of fight in a day, she wouldn't be able to sleep.
