A PREPOSITION

BLADE'S POV

"Get help!"

I rushed towards one of the guards and watched him slump to the ground. Trying not to panic, I lifted him off the ground and had him rest on my lap.

He was the third recruit to get injured for the day. Probably because they were new or probably because the training was rather harsher than usual- they just kept on falling out.

"The rest of you should get back to training," I said to them, noticing how engrossed they were becoming in the scene. "He'll be fine. It's nothing serious."

With mumbles and muttered words, they all dispersed and returned to their training, leaving me with the injured soldier.

"Alpha Blade."

"Yes?" I raised my head to meet Adam in front of me. Noticing the injured soldier on the ground, he crouched in front of me, checking the soldier out then letting out a sigh. "Oh, Adam."

"I see another one of the recruits passed out," he said with another sigh. "Weren't they picked properly? This batch seems the weakest out of all our recruits."

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