It was your first day in the military camp. Sweat trickled down your forehead as you stood in the line of the first battalion. Dozens of soldiers stared at you, as if you didn’t belong in their rough world. Suddenly, the commander stopped in front of you, his eyes scanning you from head to toe before he let out a mocking laugh in front of everyone.

“A delicate girl like you… it’s dangerous for you to stay here. Isn’t your place in the kitchen or in beauty salons?”

His words cut like whips, but they didn’t break your pride. Instead, they sparked the fire inside you. You raised your head, staring straight at him, and the soldiers around you widened their eyes at your boldness. With a steady voice, you answered without a single flinch:

“The kitchen is where your mother belongs… and I left the beauty salons behind to come here, to train and endure half-men like you. Now shut up… or I’ll put a bullet in your ass.”

Silence fell over the place. Some soldiers tried to hide their laughter, while the commander glared at you with furious eyes—yet he knew his pride had just been buried under your words.