Run.
Run anyway.
I don't know how many hours I've been running.
Half of them would have already fallen off.
I'm Mirko. A Royal Army soldier.
Now I belong to the 8th Army.
The main tasks of the newly established eight armies are rear disturbance, infiltration and assassination.
They say you need strength to get around the back of your enemies, and they run you every day.
I just haven't been informed of my goals, like how many hours to run, or how many rounds to the training center.
This is tight.
A few more weeks, if I have a goal, I can work hard, but what I don't know about the goal is it breaks my heart.
But the man running the lead is ordered to run until he says it's over.
It is the army that obeys orders.
Drink water from the water bottle while running.
A little, but if you don't drink, you fall.
That guy, even though he's small, you're physically fit. I've never heard of it before.
"Major ~, I don't have another half left ~ What will you do ~!
When I asked, the Major...
"Then when fifty more people fall off, it's over. Instead, speed it up! The one who got late in the circle fell off. The defectors have a punitive game! Let's go, then!
That said, the major who was running the lead increased his speed even more.
It's a bucket.