"Once again! If you want to be able to stand up for yourself, you shouldn't feel sorry for yourself during training!" Osvald shouted, standing in front of a group of young men.
"Yes!" They responded in chorus and simultaneously punched forward with their fists.
Osvald was involved in the young men's training and completely forgot about time. He hadn't felt like a teacher in a long time, and he was beginning to like it again.
The young men were giving it their all. It was noon, and the sun was unusually hot and harsh, but that could not stop them. Sweat flowed down from them like a river, but they kept beating on Osvald's command.
"Again!"
"Yes!"
Whooooooosh.
The girl wanted to strike, but her hand wouldn't budge. Her legs trembled violently, and a moment later, she collapsed exhausted.
"Carla, what happened?"