The Toscano Empire's First Division was, as usual, undergoing intense training. Leo, a mere sergeant, found himself unable to resist the grueling pace and was just trying to survive.

“Ninety-nine! One hundred! Ugh!”

He was practicing thrusting with a six-meter-long spear, repeating the motion over a hundred times with exact precision. By now, his limbs ached, and all he could think about was eating and resting. However, he doubted his meal would be anything better than the usual rotten herring or rock-hard bread. He felt defeated by the circumstances that forced him, a low-born man, into a life of military …