Moving over to my designated family enclosure, I brought over everyone else, except for JP and The General, and I had them create a dirt circle for the tryouts. In addition, I had a few tables and chairs for interviews and for the submission of applications—and a small area for our medical crew. While it was true I had more or less interviewed the cadets from the Academy, there were other soldiers willing to sign up under me and random people who just showed up and wanted to be a part of it as well.
But yeah, Joe took it upon himself to be the presenter for the people applying to be fighters—Tatiana being the referee as usual, but there were still a few people either too drunk or too stupid, heck, too egotistical to not follow the assessment procedures.
Because right as Joe was about to officiate the first match between one of the Academy's soldiers and a cartel rando, a handful of dudes came up to my table and demanded to apply through me instead.
'The fuck?'