"Hey, Vasily, have you heard? The Flame Country people are planning to re-equip us." In the military camp's cafeteria, Vasily had just picked up a lunch and was looking for a place to sit down and enjoy the "sumptuous" meal he couldn't find in Lucia when a comrade nudged him from behind, sharing some gossip he had heard.
Vasily wasn't too surprised, he simply guarded his lunch carefully. After finding an empty seat and sitting down with his friend, he finally said, "It's not a strange thing. If the Flame people don't want us to just go to the battlefield and die or hold them back, they have to improve our combat effectiveness and survival rate, or simply put us in the rear."
"That's true!" Vasily's friend also sat down, but he was obviously not too concerned about the re-equipping: "But even without the Flame people's equipment, I can still slaughter those alien creatures!"
He struck a pose showing strength, displaying the muscles on his arm.
