Royal Republic of Verdugo; Royal Army Training Academy
Noontime
Ollie Earbourne

And so it was a sunny Tuesday in Verdugo, and a busy day at the Royal Academy of the Army, where the future protectors of this country receive the right to call themselves Men of War. The trainees lined up horizontally, ready to be addressed by their commanding officer. The next few weeks would be some of the toughest they'd ever experience.

"Listen up, trainees! This is not a vacation! You're training to prove yourselves worthy of the title Man of War. To be in the King's Army is riteous indeed. It is an honour not all get to experience. Don't take this lightly!" The commanding officer barked. He eyed the line of trainees with a death glare, before setting his eyes on a tall, defined-looking human. Dragovich. "You there!"