Here's a deeper, Kyoren Hisacage-style rewrite that adds more personality, humor, and immersion:
Marie, Tobisa, and I were chatting near the training grounds when a sharp whistle suddenly cut through the air.
Fweeeet!
Everyone around us immediately straightened up.
"It's Dorna," Tobisa said.
The three of us quickly made our way toward the center of the field.
Standing there was a massive elf with broad shoulders and muscles that looked like they could crush stone. His arms were crossed, and his stern gaze swept across the recruits.
This was Dorna.
He looked less like a teacher and more like the final boss of a dungeon.
"Alright," he boomed. "Is everyone here?"
"Yes, sir!" the recruits shouted in unison.
Dorna nodded before scanning the crowd again.
"Where is this 'Tom' I've been hearing about?"
I raised my hand.
"Here."
His eyes locked onto me.
For a moment, the entire field went silent.
Then he pointed a finger at me.
"Listen carefully, Fogo. I don't care about your family name. I don't care about rumors. And I certainly won't give you special treatment because you're a Fogo."
I almost smiled.
Finally.
Someone normal.
Ever since arriving, everyone had either stared at me, questioned me, or treated me like some legendary figure.
It was refreshing to meet someone who clearly didn't care.
Dorna nodded once.
"Good. Since it's your first day, you'll only run one hundred laps around the training ground."
My jaw dropped.
"One hundred?!"
The recruits nearby looked at me like I had just asked whether water was wet.
"Yes," Dorna replied flatly.
"Only one hundred."
"ONLY?!"
A few recruits chuckled.
Beside me, Marie leaned closer and whispered,
"He's actually going easy on you."
"What?"
"Everyone else has to run a thousand."
I nearly fell over.
"A THOUSAND?!"
Tobisa nodded.
"Welcome to training."
I stared at them.
"You people are insane."
Marie laughed.
Then she lowered her voice.
"There's a reason."
"What reason?"
"Dorna always says that the day we're able to run a hundred laps without stopping or getting tired..." She glanced toward the giant elf. "...is the day he'll finally teach us something."
That immediately caught my attention.
So this wasn't just punishment.
It was a test.
Before I could ask another question, Dorna blew his whistle again.
"Move!"
Everyone burst into motion.
I took a deep breath and started running.
One lap.
Two laps.
Five laps.
Ten laps.
And let me tell you something.
It was absolute hell.
By the twentieth lap, my legs felt like they were on fire.
By the thirtieth, my lungs were begging for mercy.
By the fortieth, I was seriously considering whether dying to a demon would've been easier.
Meanwhile, Marie and Tobisa ran ahead of me as if they were taking a casual walk through a park.
"Come on, Tom!" Tobisa shouted.
"You're falling behind!"
I wanted to respond.
I really did.
But all that came out was a pathetic wheeze.
And somehow...
I still had sixty laps left.
This version ends with a stronger comedic cliffhanger and gives Dorna more presence as a tough instructor.