Crazy Recruits

In the wild harsh weather region of Mudin, a group of young warriors with varieties of burns and injuries in their bodies were lying down together. 

They appeared less likely to be resting instead seemed more likely to tumble in exhaustion there. Most of their faces were rough but still gleaming with wild sweat. Everyone was breathing heavily and deeply to regain strength as fast as they could. 

"Brother, remind me why did we...*huff* joined this hell regiment?"

The man with black short hair spoke out between his deep breaths. He turned his head toward the supposed leader of their small group. 

He was a bold young man with one eye. His other eye was poked out by wild beast during his childhood but still, due to his courage and bravery, he was termed as Mohawk bravely by his colleagues.