Chapter 072: Grim Reaper?
“That’s no good” Pat
I look back on the outdoor training from the other day while muttering to myself. The branches of the trees are effective for both hiding and attacking. It’s a problem that nobody thought to look up.
For the day search, I snuck into a beast’s burrow and blocked up the entrance from inside. If you looked carefully, someone should have noticed the sloppiness and unnaturalness of the former entrance.
It’s possible a lack of concentration from missing sleep the night before disrupted the normal thinking process.
When you think about the sort of missions the Eighth Army will take on, we’ll find it necessary to hide and maybe escape from an enemy’s detection. It was just staying up one night, and if they can’t work well after that, it’s life-threatening.
“Should I do more training and more education on tracking and awareness for the time being?” Pat
As I’m walking through the training grounds, someone calls out.
“Hey! Pat! Long time no see!” Wayne
“Oh, it’s Wayne, isn’t it? I hear you’ve been getting some intensive training from a certain Lieutenant General. I’ve heard things!” Pat
This man was my subordinate until a short while ago, but he is now engaged to a general’s daughter.
“Hey, if you’re going to mention rumors, I’ve heard a few about you. It sounds like you took your army into the forest and kept them training most of the night? What if someone ran into an orc?! They can’t fight in the middle of the night!” Wayne
Generally speaking, that restriction is correct for armies, attacking at night is an act tantamount to suicide.
“The Eighth Army might be ordered to move through a forest overnight to attack from the rear of an enemy army, right?” Pat
If we can’t manage to do it in training, we’d only fail disastrously in reality.
“Ok, that’s reasonable. But training to find you? That’s ludicrous!” Wayne
“Is it really that hard? I’m staying in a single place, not moving at all.” Pat
“Even when you aren’t moving around I can’t find you! I can’t even find your footprints!” Wayne
“What’s wrong with you?” Pat
“Are you even aware of what the soldiers call you?” Wayne
“Huh? It seems they call me Major?” Pat
“Obviously that’s what they’ll call you to your face! But it’s “Grim Reaper” everywhere else! Please tell me that people aren’t passing away during training, currently the rumor that you’re sent to the world of death during training.” Wayne
“What? They’re still that naive about the nature of death? I can make sure to show them how bad the world can be.” Pat
“Seriously? You’re doubling down?” Wayne asks stunned