Dilapidated, it gives me the feeling that the school is all over the place. In the hot summer, the leaves of the camphor are a little wilted. The fire scorched the earth, densely packed without a single gap.

Maybe that's what August gave me. "The next week of military training is for the students, so everyone will overcome it and actively participate."

During the lunch break, we lay on the desks in the classroom, the electric fan on the ceiling crunched, and the stuffy pressure we struggled to overcome.

In the afternoon, we lined up to get camouflage uniforms, oops, it was really hot, and from time to time I heard someone complaining. If you know it sooner, you won't come, and you won't know everything sooner. I'm so unhappy...

Two o'clock came, and the instructor in camouflage uniform came, black and thin. He looks very energetic, and if you look closely, he is not much older than us. "Hello coach, let's shout in unison", the coach smiled and said, "Well, hello everyone". We don't have a plastic track, so we can only train on the basketball court, with the sun on our heads and the earth on our feet.

"Risaki"

"Turn Left"

Turn Right

"Take a break"

"Step by step"

It's all these voices all afternoon.

I'm so tired, I don't feel like I'm going to love anymore.

"The Little Tail of Youth" terrible military training is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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