At first, everyone groaned and collapsed from the daily eight-hour training sessions, even trying to grumble and complain to me. But in this matter, I fully supported the one-legged captain and, like everyone else, ran cross-country, did pull-ups, and visited the shooting range. Gradually, the residents of the Polygon came to terms with these rules and even got used to them. I, for my part, couldn't be happier with their results. The former nuns and villagers demonstrated impressive success in shooting and physical fitness, and, if necessary, they could hold their own. And because of the grueling daily training, my subordinates had no time to be bored or do stupid things in the isolated Polygon.
However, even though I saw the girls' undeniable successes and rejoiced at their success, I st
