"Everyone, follow wartime protocols!"
The Village Head, holding the document, briefly said, "Our Seburn Village's 37 militiamen will be incorporated into the Reserve Seventh Division, 6th Regiment, F Company. If there are no issues, come and sign."
War?!
The militiamen below stared with wide eyes.
"Village... Village Head, we are just militia."
"Militia doesn't count as soldiers? Duncan, you come first."
"Dad..." A young man said hesitantly from below.
"Dad? Call me Company Commander, starting now, I am the Seburn Village Militia Company Commander, and you are my soldier, understand!" The Village Head glared, exuding an imposing aura that made the youngsters somewhat afraid.
The other side slowly stepped forward, but a figure rushed past him, took the pen from the table, and signed his name.
"Rodri?!"
"Company Commander, I've signed. I'd like to go home and say goodbye to my parents first." The honest young man's lips were tight, looking very serious.
