"True war is indiscriminate," Aske, resting his hand on his sword, solemnly said to the young women, "It cares not whether you are a princess, a noble, or a civilian; a woman with the strength of a chicken or a child, or a swordsman, a spearmen, or a mage."
"When you truly face war, at a narrow path where adversaries meet, only the strong survive. If not strong enough, you're simply killed; it's that straightforward."
"Medea and Nora, your roles in the team are not close combat, but the enemy will not ignore you because of that, and you must still undergo training."
"I don't expect you to master the art of swordsmanship, swordsmanship techniques, spear skill, or shield use, but you must know how to counter, defend, or evade various attacks, and etch it into your bones."
"Do you all understand? Any objections?" he loudly asked at last.
"No more," the girls responded, somewhat scattered.
