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The small training room is cold and empty.
Just as it should be.
One does not become stronger in comfort.
That is our belief.
We are the iron guardians for a reason.
We live and die with a weapon in hand.
Pride and justice part of our motto.
Everything is irrelevant in the face of dedication.
The body should be trained to shoulder the burden of the heaviest of armors.
The skills need to be trained relentlessly until the metal is an extension of one's arm.
I do have very good memories of this place.
Training day after day.
Those were simpler times.
Ever since ascending to management, I have had to care for something called politics.
The worst thing ever.
Sometimes I just hope the war would start now.
This would be way easier.
Simply a clash of raw strength and spirit.
No, instead we are here playing house.
