The first day's theoretical assessment for field-grade officers was divided into two sessions.
Morning and afternoon.
The second day was the theoretical assessment for general-grade officers.
Compared to the more than thirty thousand field-grade officers, there were far fewer general-grade officers.
Altogether, there were only a little over two thousand.
But this scale of combat power was terrifying to the other affiliated worlds.
Terrifying enough that their upper echelons could not harbor the slightest thought of rebellion.
May 3rd.
The Army and Navy officers finally endured the grueling theoretical assessments.
At the same time, they welcomed the physical fitness assessment they had been eagerly anticipating.
Ever since six years ago.
When the World Government had demoted many officers whose physical fitness failed to meet standards all the way to the bottom during the first Full-Army Combat Power Assessment.
No one had dared to take daily training lightly again.
As a result, there had been no failures in the previous physical fitness assessment.
After all, the passing standards were not particularly high.
"Run one hundred kilometers on this specially made treadmill within an hour?"
Mereoleona, whose fiery red hair resembled a lion's mane.
Studied the mechanical device before her, four meters long and two meters wide, streaked with blue flowing light.
She had once again entered the second assessment hall.
But the examination desks and chairs had already been cleared away, replaced by a thousand such treadmills.
Two Military Affairs Department examiners stood beside each treadmill to supervise.
"Yes, that is the standard for field-grade officers."
An examiner standing before Mereoleona, who introduced himself as Tucker, answered while holding a work tablet.
Then the other examiner continued, "While you run, this treadmill will simulate the sensations and temperatures of different environments, producing corresponding illusion effects."
"For example, deserts, mountains, swamps, icy