"Mr. Wyncall... Is there any way I can become a soldier quickly? It seems like it will take forever if I wait until I'm older," Pascoe asked the soldier before him.
For several months, Pascoe had been close to one of the soldiers named Wyncall. And almost every day, he came to see Wyncall at his duty station and told him many things.
"Of course, you can't; you must grow up to be a soldier first... But."
Wyncall drew the sword at his waist and pointed it at Pascoe.
"You can learn to use the sword from now on."
"Wow, a real sword!"
"Want to try holding it?"
"I AM!"
Pascoe grasped the sword's hilt, his small hand struggling to lift the weighty metal. As anticipated, the sword proved to be cumbersome and difficult for Pascoe to wield.
"See?" Wyncall remarked. "You're still a child, and the sword is too heavy for you. But don't worry, with practice and dedication; you'll soon be able to lift it effortlessly."
