Paskha watched the way Sir Clove laid Sharleen sleeping on the white bed in the dormitory's infirmary. He knew Sir Clove was fond of children, but he never expected the older man to have such a soft side.
He recalled that the old man had picked him up and settled him on that older man's shoulder when he fainted—Sir Clove treated him carelessly as if he were a bag of rice.
He couldn't understand why Sir Clove's treatment had never been as gentle as when the man did to other kids. Sir Clove would give him twice as much work as his friends and memorize the book on how to open three basic points, six main points, and eight meridian points earlier than his school friends.
Even when he was the man's direct disciple, Sir Clove rarely gave him a break, and the training was terrifying and drained all of his energy.
Well… in the end, thanks to the harsh training, Paskha became a golden general at twenty-two. In fact… he was the youngest Golden General ever appointed by any king.
