After a torturous training, Eru was finally allowed a small break to have lunch, which was a simple piece of bread and meat. Prince Eru ate it with relish. No meal had tasted so scrumptious to him till now. 'I guess anything tastes good when you are hungry is true,' he thought nodding his head. With a cup of water, he washed down the bread and started dozing off.
Suddenly flying branch hit him smack on the back of his head. "Stop slacking off. Go train yourself until you are flexible," Lumian shouted from inside the house.
"But master, I'm tired. My legs have already turned jelly," He pitifully cried.
But his master gave him an impassive look and closed the window.
"Guess that's a no," he mumbled fitfully and crawled up. Legs had already turned into limp noodles and his arms were aching like a mountain was on his shoulders. He threw a small glare at the now closed window and grumbled, "Darn, if I don't get flexible soon I might have to suffer like this every day,"
