(56 Days Before the Fight, Leo's POV)
When Leo opened his eyes again, he found himself staring at a crude farming tool, one that looked completely out of place in a world as advanced as Juxta, as it seemed like a primitive way to farm, created during times when farm animals were the best way to till fields.
The tool had a rusted iron frame that twisted into a wide-toothed tiller, its wooden handles cracked and splintered, wrapped in fraying wire where nails once held it together.
The base was caked with dry blood and old soil, and it reeked of rust and age, as if it had been passed through generations of dead men too stubborn to let it rot.
It sat at the center of a circular track, etched crudely into the rocky terrain of the military base's outer fields, where new recruits were usually sent for isolated punishment, usually being asked to run 100 or 200 rounds of the area with their hands raised above their heads.
