[A Short While Earlier...]
At a barracks in Zarua City, a number of soldiers were undergoing physical training on an open field.
"Alright! That's enough! Good work, everyone!" shouted a soldier at the front of the formation.
"Huh... finally over," muttered Soldier A, wiping away his sweat.
"As usual... Vice Commander Ryman's training is truly Spartan," complained Soldier B, lying sprawled on the ground, his breathing uneven.
"You may now rest and have lunch. I'll return to my quarters first," said Commander Ryman.
"..."
"Amazing, isn't he? At just 25 years old, he's already the youngest commander," remarked Soldier C.
"I heard he's been a genius since childhood. Even though he wasn't born into a noble family, he's highly talented in both magic and swordsmanship," replied Soldier A.
"Not only handsome, but also talented. He's probably received countless love letters from various women... unlike us," grumbled Soldier B.
"Hey! Don't lump me in with you!" retorted Soldier C.
