C130 So-called Knocks

On a crisp morning.

Outside a quiet, poor, and lively northern town.

Three hundred Giant Rock Mercenaries, each holding a huge rock, stood in front of a Novice Priest.

Neither side spoke.

A few minutes later, Riester slowly walked around them a few times. Then, he nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand...

"Company Leaders, begin!"

Following this strange order