Chapter 83: Last Night in the Military

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"Twenty!"

"Do not put your feet down….oh, it's fine."

The guy stared at my form in shock.

"Aren't you tired?"

"No, sir!"

"Really?"

"Yes, sir!"

The instructor's mouth fell open as he continued to watch me. Well, I don't blame him though. We just did the PT 8 exercise twenty times without me faltering. Not to mention, the squat-jumps I had done before this. Those cruel bastards.

"Okay, well…again…oh wait, let's have a short break."

At that, I lowered my legs. Ah, much better. To be honest, I'm barely holding on as it is. My body may be that of a girl, but it's stronger than you'd think. The fact that I'm tired just shows you how difficult this particular drill is.

"It'll be an effective torture method," I muttered to myself.