The soldier who guided Enkrid to his quarters discreetly rubbed his eyes. It felt like he had seen something wrong.
‘Is this right?’
He did not think so. It seemed there was something wrong with his eyes. The moment he saw the Platoon Leader, the soldier named Ragna stood up from his spot.
‘Why are you jumping to your feet?’
It was Ragna, who rarely ever got up, known as the lazy madman even among the Mad Platoon. That man shot to his feet in an instant? It was a scene that would make everyone who had been watching him, especially those who had seen him recently, slap their thighs and leap from their seats.
‘What’s with him?’
That bastard was someone who could startle everyone around him just by standing up. Was he not the crazy lazy bastard who would not listen even if you shouted until your ears bled for him to get up, get out, that the enemy was right in front of him?
“I am late.”
Ragna spat out the words and picked up his sword.
“Let me just check if you have gotten rusty in the meantime…”
As if standing up was not enough, a sudden request for a sparring match? And he was the one who initiated it? Harsh words were sometimes exchanged within the squad, but he was the type to usually pretend not to hear.