This disappointment persisted until their return trip, until the pale-faced officer threw an unconscious mountain dwarf onto the carriage.

It was clear that this mountain dwarf was very defiant towards the officer.

He woke up quickly and immediately started jumping around the carriage.

He was furious, with anger constantly blazing in his eyes, and he let out howls that were sometimes deep and sometimes shrill,

his expression ferocious as if he wanted to devour someone.

Without a doubt, the officer did not appreciate the howling and immediately hurled a sheathed battle knife through the air in a circle,

striking the dwarf on the head—knocking him unconscious once again.

"What a violent officer!" Wanderer thought to himself, "Can't he reason with the dwarf?"

"Not bad for a set of lungs," the officer's companion, who happened to be present at the time,

joked with the officer, "That howl is like a beast in heat."

"Indeed," the officer agreed,

turning to accept the battle knife offered by Wanderer and issuing the first command to the recruits in the carriage:

"From now on, call him Horny Beast."

The rookies in the carriage quickly nodded their heads in agreement.

"Although we are all elites," after the officer had left,Wanderer looked at Blazing Paradise and Fallen,

and softly spoke a sentiment that everyone agreed with:

"But the military is really not a place to joke around casually."

Looking at the still unconscious "Horny Beast" lying in the carriage,

these elite rookies couldn't help but worry about their own futures.

A few days later, the convoy filled with "elite rookies" finally arrived at the place the recruits had long yearned for in their hearts.

The legendary Fighter Corps training ground.

The rookies were grinning foolishly with excitement, putting on arrogant airs and patting each other on the shoulders in encouragement.

"Get off, all of you get off!" Before the carriage had even come to a complete stop,

a tall officer was already brandishing a whip, herding the rookies out of the carriage: "Grab your stuff and line up over there!"

The rookies could no longer maintain their elite image and scrambled to grab their belongings, running to line up in a disheveled manner.

"What kind of line is this, a bunch of idiots!" The officer strode over, his whip whistling through the air,

the tip tracing arcs that landed precisely on each recruit's shoulder: "Run, I said run!"

Wanderer and Blazing Paradise sandwiched Fallen in the middle,

resignedly being barked at and driven around by the officer, not even having time to lament their fate.

But the irritable Horny Beast couldn't stand the inexplicable whipping and loudly howled,

jumping out of the line to take on the officer, but the officer was very experienced, and Horny Beast promptly "stylishly" fainted on the ground once again.

As the other rookies ran in circles, they marveled at the mountain dwarf's vigorous vitality.

All of these rookies had been knocked unconscious by the officer before; although they were unharmed upon waking,

none of them had the courage to immediately challenge the officer upon regaining consciousness...

But Horny Beast was different; he was simply a monster who couldn't be beaten down or scared!

Some rookie whispered, speculating that the mountain dwarf must be using such a method to avoid training,

but immediately received disdainful looks from the others.

The Fighter Corps doesn't take on slackers; although Horny Beast is reckless, his actions are, in themselves, a form of bravery.

It was unclear how many laps they had to run before they were allowed to rest, but in any case,

all the rookies collapsed on the ground, panting with their tongues lolling out. The werewolf Fallen's tongue was exceptionally long,

so much so that the part sticking out could have been used to tie a bow tie.

Only then did the pale-faced officer come over and lead the rookies to their barracks.

Of course, being in a caring group, the unconscious Horny Beast was never left behind;

he was dragged in like a dead dog—specifically instructed by the officer to drag him by the feet.

Although Horny Beast had a temper, he had one advantage: given a little time—usually one night—he would forget those unpleasant incidents.

The next day, he got up early and, in a hearty and exaggerated manner,

went around hugging each of his rookie companions—one by one.

Although his head only reached up to a normal person's chest, and his hands could only reach up to others' waists,

it in no way affected his enthusiasm.

Aside from his irritable temperament, he also had a large and awkward buttocks.