Passing through the hallway, Gahwan spotted the rookie leaning against the door of the infirmary. A blood-stained bandage was loosely wrapped around their arm, and faint, wet bloodstains remained on the hem of the uniform tied around their waist.

He stopped for a moment. His gaze swept over the bandage, then the face, and returned to the bandage.

He had already heard that this time, too, it wasn't a wound inflicted by an enemy. After the battle ended, they had tripped over debris while moving without properly checking their surroundings, and supposedly scraped their arm on a metal fragment. How stupid.

Gahwan approached silently and stood before the rookie. A brief silence. His finger slowly rose.

And then.

Flick.

A single flick of the finger landed on the forehead. A small sound of pain escaped. This one is truly a fool.

"Your body can't keep up with your head."