Stacks of tests all done and now we're recruits. Not that I feel like one. More like…a snail. Yes. I feel… like a snail. A snail lugging its house around on its back. All my worldly possessions in a bergan. And I have no idea how I'm supposed to get this whole pile of crap into that tiny case.

Guess that's why we have a class for that tonight. How to pack a bag, advanced military version. Changmin will ace that one without even trying when it's his turn. He used to schlep everything and the kitchen sink in his Mary Poppins bag, so this should be a cakewalk for him.

And talking of cake—no, let's not. Throwing up half-digested cake after an endless run isn't enjoyable. Neither is imagining it a suitable distraction. Designing a new bag… yeah, that might work. Something that can take all my gear, carry itself and look good. This canvas crate is well enough, but looks… no. If I must be a snail, then I want to be a hot one.

Yes, sir, I'm aware that this was a pathetic first attempt at cramming every item I've been issued into this pack.

Yes, I'll try again.

And yes, I realise I'll be here until midnight if that's how long it takes for me to get it right.

As if that was anything new. Really.