My eyes scanned the mass of bodies, noting the slight imperfections, the moments of hesitation, the small signs of fatigue that could be exploited in battle. "She's fortunate to have such a position. But she also earned it through her dedication and skill. If you want to be sent on similar missions, you need to prove yourself worthy."
The two sisters followed me, their eyes also scanning the mass for slackers, as they also sometimes gave instructions as well.
Their voices rang out across the training ground, sharp and commanding, correcting postures and urging the women to push harder.
I glanced back at them for a while.
The two silver-haired captains were walking behind me, their presence familiar and comforting, their voices a constant backdrop to the rhythm of the training ground.
They were both thousands of years older than me, ancient beings who had fought in wars that had been forgotten with time.
But they do not act as such in the least. At least, not around me.
