Before we could even start our sparring session, the army started moving again.
"Awe man, that's a shame. You're lucky that you've been saved." Joka threw his head back with a forced laugh.
***
It has been two weeks now since we've started our march, and the amount of rations we got to eat has been much more spread out.
At first it was just an hour late, but now we can only eat once but sometimes twice a day.
"Ah what the hell is this slop, this is comparable to dog food!" Vertere grumbled, eating with disdain.
Looking down on my plate of food, it was just a mush of mixed consumables.
At the very least, no one had gotten food poisoning yet.
Grabbing everyone's plates once they've finished eating, I walked up to the servants and gave back the plate.
Bumping into someone, I tilted my head.
Focusing my hazy vision.
"Well, what a coincidence that we'd meet each other again." Said a familiar voice.
Once my vision's focused, I paled.
