The day was soon over.
By the ti everyone collected their number plates and headed to the large communal barracks in the garrison to sleep, they were all completely drained.
The mont they saw their beds, they couldn’t help but collapse onto them, dead to the world.
The fatigue from the constant high-strung emotions relentlessly wore everyone down. Fortunately, even though it was a communal barrack, there were plenty of shower rooms.
Everyone washed up quickly, too exhausted to even complain about how disgusting the Nutrient Liquid was.
Even the usually hyperactive Liu Tingting drifted off into a groggy sleep the mont she lay down.
What was expected to be a night filled with gossip and chatter passed by in a chorus of quiet, rhythmic breathing, and soon it was dawn.
Before sleeping, Jiang Qiuqiu thought that after such an exhausting day, they would surely be shown so rcy and not be forced to get up so early.
But that wasn’t the case. At 6:30 AM, a robot appeared at the door of the communal barracks, releasing a racket that imitated the sound of a banging gong.
A minute later, it announced, "Assemble at the training grounds at 6:50. Latecors will be demoted one phalanx."
"..."
On that first day, everyone was still stumbling around, bleary-eyed and half-asleep.
But the instructors turned a blind eye, and the training proceeded as planned.
Training in the garrison was brutal. For the first few days, they could power through on adrenaline, but after three or four days, the initial excitent faded, and so began to feel the agony.
So would collapse on the training grounds, but this was a military camp; there were ergency rooms and dical pods everywhere. They’d be dragged in for a quick treatnt, wake up, and then get sent right back to training.
This cycle repeated until the fifth day. The first phalanx reshuffle—with so being promoted and others demoted—reignited a wave of fervor among the recruits.
Five days flew by, and the first small round of ordinary physical training ca to an end.
Everyone began training in the Gravity Room.
The Gravity Room was another brutal place. Those who had experienced it before could adapt quickly, but newcors could easily end up collapsing to the ground like a puddle of mud, a completely humiliating experience.
Therefore, the Gravity Room training would last for two small rounds, or ten days.
According to the instructor, "Familiarity with high gravity is crucial, because that’s the environnt inside a cha cockpit."
As the training progressed, the gravity was gradually increased. Slowly, the gravity level for the group surpassed the practice settings Jiang Qiuqiu had used at Mrs. Ai’er’s house.
She, too, began to feel the strain.
The strain was so great that every step she took felt precarious, as if her body was about to give out.
Jiang Qiuqiu felt like she was at her breaking point, a taut string stretched to its limit.
During training each day, sweat poured off her like rain. Afterward, her vision would swim. Downing tube after tube of Nutrient Liquid only made her feel dizzier, her vision blurring chaotically. It left her feeling increasingly hollow.
But fortunately, she was still holding on.
So people couldn’t endure it at all and spent nearly every day crawling on the training grounds.
The instructors would offer so help, but there were always those who still couldn’t bear the strain even after receiving it.
It was cruel, but it was also a selection process.
Although this was the cha Single Soldier System, not everyone would get to pilot a cha.
—Those who could adapt would gradually grow stronger through the training and beco outstanding cha pilots.
Those who couldn’t adapt could only beco the ones who stood behind the chas.
Logistics personnel. Or they would have to withdraw from the program and choose a different career entirely.
On the eighth day of gravity training, Jiang Qiuqiu was suddenly singled out and brought to the front of Squad B3.
The chief instructor made an example of her—a good one, of course. "I’ve been watching for a long ti. In theory, over half of you in this squad should be able to endure this, but—"
"You should learn from her. See her? She’s at her breaking point every day too, but she persists through every training session. Then, over ti, she adapts and moves with more ease."
"But what about you lot? You just let yourselves go, unable to bear even a mont of pain. If you can’t endure hardship, what business do you have being a cha Soldier? Go ho and take up flower arranging. That doesn’t require any effort."
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