
“General Ralf, you are fifteen minutes late.” Ray looked at Ralf and his group with dissatisfaction.
“Hahaha... Ray this is only fifteen minutes.” Ralf laughed as if he did not feel guilty.
“Yah's... I don't have the ability to punish you.” Ray stared intently at Ralf who still looked relaxed. “But you! Now run around this post ten times and it should be finished in fifteen minutes!!!” Ray yelled commandingly at the group of soldiers behind Ralf.
Ray was actually not too angry because of Ralf's attitude, he already knew Ralf's strange habits and disorder. So, Ray already thought that something like this would happen. But who's Ray? He was a person who did not like to accept any losses, so since they made him wait for fifteen minutes, Ray would make them run at the same time.
All the new soldiers were stunned when they heard Ray's screams, they felt persecuted for not wanting them to be late. All the new soldiers were late because Ralf ordered them to gather first so that he could check the results of their training. But now that they were following Ralf's orders they were exposed to Ray's punishment, as if escaping from the tiger's mouth and entering the crocodile's mouth.
“Hahaha... Ray just let them go this time... Anyway it's not their fault to be late, I'm the one who asked them to gather first.” Ralf tries to help the soldiers avoid Ray's punishment.
“Oh, then let me change my sentence. The evaluation will begin with a five-on-five group fight, in other words the eighty people in your group will be divided into sixteen teams and the winner will escape my punishment ... The second place will be a two-round run, the semi-finalists run four rounds, the quarter-finals run eight rounds and the losers run sixteen rounds!!!”
Ray's voice sounded resolute without compromise he would not accept the bargain again. All the soldiers were silent when they heard Ray's words, they still felt that this was unfair but they also knew that if they once again protested to Ray the result would be that their punishment would grow heavier.
As far as Ralf can remember, Estas Rogue always makes strict rules and all things in training must be in accordance with the schedule and planning he made because of that every elite soldier in the group that Estas trained has high discipline and always move regularly according to the orders of the supreme commander.
Ralf himself was supposed to be a general in an elite force led directly by Estas Rogue, but because he always had unique tactical thinking and was incompatible with Estas' traditional war tactics, eventually Estas decided to make Ralf the leader of the army one of the borders. And in the end Ralf chose to become the leader of the Border Post of the Deathly Forest.
Feeling that anything he said would not help and only worsen the punishment of the soldiers, Ralf could only agree with Ray. “Alright then, I will not protest again.” Ralf smiled as usual and sat down in the stands Ray had prepared.
“Because General Ralf has no opinion whatsoever. Now your skills evaluation will begin soon. Suction yourself, we have prepared a set of armor, swords and shields. After you have finished preparing for your group according to the training line yesterday. That's it, now disperse!” Ray gave instructions to the soldiers and made them start preparing.
“Good, sir!!!” All the soldiers answered in a compact and simultaneous manner.
Ray turned around and returned to his seat, while the soldiers began wearing a set of armor along with a blunt sword and metal shield. After a while, a team of five lined up neatly on the side of the stage was formed.