Ghislain smiled as he repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fists. He reminded himself that he couldn’t cause trouble here. There was too much at stake for the mission ahead.

With a strained smile, he spoke:
"I understand that maintaining one’s gear is a soldier’s personal responsibility."

A senior soldier widened his eyes and asked, "What kind of army does that?"

"……."

"Where’s this mythical army that follows such rules, you little punk?"

"……."

"Hah, kids these days don’t know how the world works."

Standing up, the soldier approached Ghislain.

"Name’s Victor. I’m the squad leader here. Since you’re new, …