It doesn't feel good to repair.

The feeling of passing out is not the same as falling asleep. Falling asleep is a relaxing rest, while passing out is as painful as death. You are unconscious, but your consciousness will make you feel the pain of your body completely, and you can only subconsciously close your eyes more tightly in the dark, trying to fall asleep to escape this pain, but you will not realize that you are "asleep".

The pain will get heavier and heavier, and you will want to escape more and more, but the more you run away from it, the deeper the pain will become.

The only way to do that is to face it. The more painful it is, the more you have to let it hurt. Treat such pain as hatred and never be weak in the face of pain.

If the pain doesn't kill me, I'll make the pain regret everything that has been done to me.

When Xiu opened his eyes, the magnificent galaxy in the sky had completely disappeared. It was pitch black all around, and the night was still so deep that even the light of the torches could barely penetrate the night.

"Before dawn... His lips quirmed slightly, and he couldn't even hear the voice.

"Xiu, are you awake?" A finger poked at Xiu's pale face.

Xiu looked around, and he was still lying on the grass in the training ground.

The other recruits were still sitting next to Minai Hills, waiting to challenge them one by one, and Minai Hills had stopped chattering and taunting. At the end of the night, he must have said all the sarcastic things he could think of.

Of course, he probably won't want to say anything like that for some time to come...

Rodria sat on the edge of the training ground. His expression seemed a little dark, one hand rubbing the unfinished clan emblem engraved on the sword, and the other gently stroking Lilum's hair.

Lilum curled up in Ródria's arms like a cat that had been asleep. Noticing Xiu's eyes, he looked over, he was about to get up and realize that there was someone in his arms, smiled apologetically at Xiu, and gently pointed to the sleeping person in his arms.

He turned his head to see that sitting next to him was Quartermaster Mia... Also one of Gerald's lieutenants.

"Mia... Sister, is there any water? Xiu said dryly.

"Yes." Mia removed the water bladder from her waist, "Do you want me to feed you?" She smiled wickedly.

"No need..."Xiu recklessly refused. He struggled to sit up, but a sudden pain in his left arm caused him to fall again.

"Be careful! You have a wound on your hand! ”

Only then did Xiu notice that the armor on his left hand had been removed, and his arm was tightly wrapped with bandages, and at this time, a trace of blood was slowly oozing out.

Mia carefully helped Xiu up, "If something happens to you, at least two old men will look for me..." ”

"Instructors don't do that." Xiu smiled hard, picked up the water bladder in his right hand, bit the wooden stopper and pulled it open, and poured a large mouthful of water. The feeling of dryness in my mouth is finally much better.

At this time, Xiu's stomach made a discordant sound... He was hungry. Very hungry, hungry.

One night of fighting against Rhodría - at least it was too intense for Xiu - his physical strength had long been exhausted, and of course his stomach would feel hungry.

However, he didn't ask Mia again, because he knew that there was water and was willing to give it to him. Where will the other recruits be allowed to drink water, let alone who will bring food during training. I asked, but I seemed a little greedy.

A piece of white bread that had been bitten twice was placed on Xiu's hand.

He looked at Mia in amazement, his bandaged hand holding the bread for some reason.

"Originally, I was going to have a supper, but I found out that I wasn't hungry..."Mia showed her snow-white teeth, "It's my sister taking care of you." ”

Xiu didn't say anything anymore, but lowered his head and kept nibbling on the bread.

Bite after bite.

When Xiu took a large mouthful of water, he stuffed the kettle and returned it to Mia, supporting her body to stand up.

"Sister Mia, when will tonight's assessment end?" Xiu asked.

"Dawn. When the sun comes out, it's over. It should be about the same by now. Mia said, looking at the sky.

Xiu glanced at the sky, the sky did not know when it was already dark, the garrison had already begun to replace the torches, after a night of burning, even the black wood torches were going to burn out, they had to replace the torches before they burned in their hands.

Gerald still stood like a mountain at the beginning, not moving. Eyes closed gently.

He seemed to have slept all night standing up.

The fingers of Xiu's right hand twisted slightly, and he felt a little wet. At this time, the morning dew has begun to condense, which means that the temperature is rising.

The sun is almost out, and I don't have much time left.

"Sister Mia, please help me bring these to my friends on the first team." Xiu brought Mia the sash around her waist and two glittering Kaslana handcuffs.

"With these, the companions should be able to pass the assessment," Xiu smiled brightly.

"Xiu, you—" Mia wanted to say something, but Xiu had already turned and left.

He looked at Ródria.

As if sensing Xiu's meaning, Rodria gently placed Lilum on the ground and straightened Lilum's hair, which could no longer be better.

He stood up and walked over to Xiu.

"You're still wounded."

"It's okay."

"I'm not going to keep my hand."

"I know."

"You're not in good shape."

"It doesn't matter."

Rodria said no more.

This child has the kind of temperament that a swordsman should have.

He may have been a natural swordsman, but the heavens took away his physique.

At this time, the morning dew became heavier and heavier, and wisps of white scattered around.

It's foggy.

Rodria Ping raised his sword. The sharp blade of the sword and the smooth sword body as smooth as a mirror pierced the white mist of the morning dew, aiming at Xiu from afar.

"You can start anytime."

Xiu took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

He stood with his sword in hand, his body straight like a flagpole. Or rather... Like Ródriard.

He stepped forward step by step, stepping on the fog that was getting thicker and thicker.

The morning dew dissipated quickly, and in just a moment, a large white mist had already filled the entire black poplar forest.

He raised the dew-stained knight's sword, and on the crisscrossed sword grid, Kaslana's family crest was clearly imprinted in Rhodria's eyes.

He just carried the sword and walked like that, walking in front of Rodria with one hand in his right hand, and the tip of the sword lightly touched the blade of Rodriard.

Rodriard's eyes widened slightly, then he retracted calmly.

Meaning, there is no need for courtesy.