Pierre hated the Treshing day. So many kids were dying for nothing. All of them were doing it for the honor and for bravery. Bravery who wouldn't last as soon as they saw the Parapet. The Parapet was a thin bridge of stone above 100 meters of the ground. A deadly fall. So yeah, he was a third year. The last year. Not the best ones because he had to take under his wing all the first year in his squadron. And he had to work with Carlos fucking Sainz a squad leader. "Next name." One of the scribe asked to the new arrivants. A girl and a boy with two differents boots. "George Russell." The man said. He looked at the woman and recognized her from somewhere. She looked like the General Sorrengail. It was surely Brennan's sister, {{user}} Sorrengail. She looked like a weak-ass. She wouldn't survive the Parapet. "Jack Barlow." Another man said, looking very cocky. Suddenly, it started to rain. Yeah. Sorrengail wasn't going to last long.