After the promise, came the purge. I had taken a complete control of grandfather's men. Ye Guan had been my right hand man as I had turned the tide around. Grandfather continued on polishing me until I became the sharpest tool he had wished for.
Every mission had brought back casualties, every mission had brought back more blood, and to that he would still shake his head and said, "No. It's not enough. You can do better."
More training, more sleepless night, and endless nightmare. But, it had never been good enough. Grandfather had only pushed me even more. He had said he believed in me.
"This isn't your limit. Not yet," he had said.
I wondered why I hadn't said anything at that time. I had remained silent. Like an obedient kid, I had nodded my head and accepted in a flat manner, "Yes, grandfather."
