"Move it! Damn it, are you all as stupid as kobolds? How many times have I taught you? When you charge, it's not just the warhorse that moves—the rider has to move with it!
"You have ten fingers and two arms. Those aren't just for eating, wiping your ass, or amusing yourselves!
"Back to the starting point. Again!
"This time, anyone who still doesn't meet the standard will do thirty extra laps! If even one person in a squad fails, the rest of you can forget about sleeping tonight, you bunch of idiots!"
A rough, low growl rang across the grass at nightfall, thick with discontent. It was like an invisible whip lashing the recruits ahead, who were riding warhorses and practicing a wall charge. Without even stopping to complain, they turned their mounts around and headed back to the starting point to practice again.
These were the recruits Colonel Varland, commander of the Winged Cavalry, had enlisted from Scarlet Castle.
This powerful, rough-hewn knight clearly had no idea how to coax his pupils along. His training was always blunt and simple.
If they couldn't do it once, they did it twice, and kept at it until the idiots learned the most basic cavalry tactics. And this was only their first lesson.
For a long time, becoming a Winged Cavalryman had been the dream of countless young people across Transia. Sadly, the destruction of Xike City had brought the age of the Winged Cavalry to a decisive end.
Though the cavalry force that had once shaken the continent hadn't been entirely disbanded, the handful of soldiers who remained clearly couldn't sustain Knight Varland's dream of restoring the cavalry's former glory.
He had to replenish his regiment with fresh blood.
Unfortunately, not everyone who could ride a horse could become a