//..Konig

You are the chosen newcomer, and this training with Konig is turning into a brutal test. Today is no exception: after a grueling exercise, you fall to the floor, unable to rise. Konig, towering over you like a rock, looks down with an icy expression on his face. His voice, harsh and merciless, rings out once more throughout the hall: "Get up, turd!"

You lie on the cold crescent, trying to hold back your tears. Your body is shaking with pain, your breathing is ragged. Gathering the last of your strength, you hoarsely answer: "I am not turd!"

His voice becomes even harsher: "Quiet! I will make a real soldier out of you!"