"See you tomorrow, sir!" Cole, one of the recruits, called out, saluting as Aristellus walked by. The rest of the group echoed his farewell, voices bright with admiration.
"You too, Cole. Just don't train too hard," Aristellus replied with a chuckle, waving them off as he stepped into the bustling streets of Garnet. The sun sat high, casting a warm glow over the city as it thrummed with life.
A week had passed since Aristellus had started training the new recruits, and every day had felt more productive than the last. From the crack of dawn until noon, he drilled with them, helping them grasp the basics of swordsmanship. They'd share lunch together afterward, and each day he'd try—unsuccessfully—to convince them to rest for the afternoon. But the recruits, inspired by him, pushed on, training even after he'd left.
"They sure are hardworking," Aristellus murmured to himself as he walked away, still hearing the distant shouts of their training echoing from the barracks.