Uprising Bugle-Horns

The boundless ocean under the deep dark sky was as frightening as always.

Henry closed his eyes and held onto the ice-cold walls. However, he would feel uncomfortable dizziness when he opened his eyes and looked down.

"Hey, get back here now, you rookie!" A rough voice scared the young soldier and he backed off from the wall hurriedly. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and turned around towards the man striding towards him. The man was a burly, seasoned soldier with a face full of beard. "Damn it, rookie. You'd better not tremble in fear like a little rascal. I don't want to report to the superiors tomorrow that there was an idiot who fell off the wall and broke his neck! You've been here for three months; haven't you gotten used to it already?"

"Y-Yes… Sorry, Sir, I…"

"Louder! Didn't you eat your dinner, you bastard?"