Swooosh!

Low waves repeatedly washed against the shore of the beach.

A large tent had been perched up from where the white sand met the colorful pebbles.

Behind the tent, a beautiful scenery unfolded with a dense forest and a waterfall crashing down and flowing into the sea.

With Alan Pendragon’s special permission, the soldiers also enjoyed a leisure time grilling meat and resting in a separate tent.

Since griffons were on guard around the beach, the soldiers had already piled up their equipment someplace else.

And the orc warriors, who had their shirts off, were doing something contrasting from the human soldiers…

“Cough, cough!”

“Gasp! Puah!”

“Karuta! Topa is sinking!”

“Kueewek! S, save me…”

“Hey, you stupid orcs! Big breath, big! How many times do I have to tell you? Go about it like a battle! Fight the water! Fight!”

The orcs were splashing around crazily in the water to practice swimming. Moreover, it was in water that only reached up to their stomachs…

Their muscular bodies did not seem to be helping their case. They screamed at the top of their lungs. They were being beaten back by a vast body of water. Their opponent was unrelenting, and it was the toughest they had faced...