"Release the hunting dogs!" the captain of the first squadron roared violently. He moved his right hand forward. Standing with a military posture, his presence exerted pressure over the military field.
In front of him stood a group of 50 young people, including both men and women. "I don't really like being called a dog," a young man with fixed black hair said while furrowing his brow, a slight laugh echoing in his ears. He rolled his eyes at the girl to his left. "If you don't like being called a dog, imagine how I feel. Bitch? Seriously? Quit whining. Besides, you chose to enter this faculty," the brown-haired girl said.
"Could you two shut up for a moment? I don't want us to be punished again because of your bickering," an annoyed murmur interrupted their conversation.
