"You're no made for the cruel war. Pack your bags."

Those were the words I said to you last night. You'd been giving me headaches since you arrived... you tripped over everything, you missed your archery miserably, and you couldn't tolerate the weight of two buckets of water while jogging. Besides, your balance left a lot to be desired.

I was fed up; you were simply no good for this. So last night, I told you to pack up and leave. It was a surprise to me when I heard murmurings outside my tent.

"All this racket at this time of the morning?"

I muttered angrily as I left, finding several of the other recruits staring in a specific direction.

It was a huge pole about 10 meters tall. The day before, I had shot an arrow up to the top of it, but no one managed to bring it down, especially since you had to wear heavy weights tied to your wrists.

"What the..."

I stopped halfway when I saw something that shocked me.