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Sleeping in a tent was something Yao rather didn’t get used to. It only gave him a painful back when he woke up. Even with a proper stretch his back was still bothering him. The short man rubbed his face and gave a grunt. This was going to be a marvelous day, he could sense it already. Yao poked his head out of his tent, looking around if his friends some of the other men were up already. Seeing the tents of Chien Po and Ling still closed, Yao crawled out of his tent as quietly as he could. After making a quick round he noticed breakfast was yet to be served. Well, then. 
Yao headed for some taller grass to empty his bladder.

The recruits had been ordered to assemble quickly every morning, and even that was a challenge, to say nothing of the training they’d be subjected to as the day wore on.  Ping thought that forcing himself out of bed in the chilly air before the sun could rise should qualify as bravery in times of war.

Dressing quickly - which included hopping from one foot to the other as he pulled socks and shoes on - Ping stumbled with heavy-lidded eyes out of his tent.  He would arrive on the plain they used for training before many of the others, but it was so hard to tell when Captain Shang would appear that nobody wanted to be last.

However, as Ping hurried past the tall grass at the edge of camp, he noticed a strange rustling.  Slowing his gait, Ping stopped adjusting the cuffs of his jacket and turned.  If he’d been like Chi Fu, who saw a Hun behind every tree, Ping might have had the sense to be frightened, but his country mind said A wild animal, quickly.  Still, what sort of animal was that short and bulky?  With a little time left before training, Ping pushed aside the grass in case he could catch a glimpse without startling it.