Edward, the smiling scalpel of the former Shocking Lion Division, star instructor.

He is 50 years old this year and has spent most of his life in the barracks, where countless recruits have completed training and transformation in his hands, becoming a qualified soldier, and has also witnessed the birth and fall of countless geniuses.

After some outstanding students awakened, they would always excitedly report the good news to him and offer thanks, which was one of the main reasons why his economic situation was relatively good at that time.

Whenever this happens, he will always sincerely express his blessings, a face of relief and honor, but this does not mean that there is no trace of bitterness in his heart.

Awakening seems to have become an obsession in his life.

Since the age of 20, he has been looking forward to being favored by Gaia, the goddess of the earth, and hopes to change his fate and change the fate of his family through his own efforts.

He knew that his mind was not as smart as his younger brother and could try to be a scholar, so he could only sweat on the fertile land of the army through unremitting perseverance.

At the age of 20, 25, 30, 35, he thought that his opportunity had not yet arrived, and his efforts were not enough.

It wasn't until his 40th birthday that he finally realized a fact that he had to accept.

That is, his talent is not excellent, at least not as good as he imagined and expected.

Edward knew very well that only a very small number of lucky people could really awaken.

But he was still not reconciled, because he worked really hard.

Fortunately, he has a good mind and is good at analyzing and summarizing, and has formed his own unique and effective training theories and methods, with remarkable results.

Because of this, it was appreciated and respected by a large group of military leaders, including Earl Bullard the Wild Lion.

Therefore, although he did not awaken, he also relied on his own efforts to become one of the three star trainers of the Wild Lion Division.

If it hadn't been for that damn accident, maybe he would have stayed in the army for the rest of his life, the place he had made his second home.

Until one day, his voice is no longer loud and his body is no longer straight.

Or maybe one day, he will go to the battlefield with the military situation of the crisis and become one of the thousands of ordinary soldiers who rushed to the enemy.

He did not regret that accident, because he saved two children, two good soldiers.

Dying in that land may also be a good place to go, because he is a real soldier.

At the age of 50, he thought he was calm enough to accept the tricks of fate.

But today, I was unexpectedly stimulated by the little fat man with dazzling blond hair.

Thinking of this, Edward, who was lying on the bed, smiled helplessly.

The snow removal during the day is just a dismount and a warm-up exercise for the pampered young master.

He thought that the little fat man would cry, curse, and be lazy, and would use his identity to speak nonsense about him, just like he had come into contact with countless young masters and soldiers with superior backgrounds.

But to his surprise, from beginning to end, the little fat man never complained, even if he was exhausted, he did not ask for a break.

Therefore, after the original training time, he did not call to stop, he wanted to see how far this little imp could persevere.

As a result, the original three-day task was completed by him in one day.

Judging from the results, this little fat man has average talent, whether it is strength, speed or endurance, etc., he has not shown any special skills, and he is ordinary...... It's like what a little fat man should be.

The only thing that moved him was this persistence, the resilience hidden in the silence, very outstanding, too good to be like a child.

However, on this very night, the seemingly mediocre little fat man gave him a hard slap.

On the first day, an ordinary massage made this little fat man enter passive meditation, touched the edge of active meditation, and opened the first door to awakening, which was as easy as a burp after a full meal.

And what about Edward himself?

He still remembers that when he had just entered the Intermediate Military Academy, at the cost of a semester of miscellaneous labor, he asked the physical fitness teacher to massage himself after each training.

He still remembered that as those big and strong hands swept through his body with a special technique, the soreness and tingling felt like a flood opening the floodgates, and a wave overturned all his self-righteous preparations.

He was like a small branch jolting in a flood, screaming in pain, itching and convulsing, so numb that he forgot how to breathe.

Still, he gritted his teeth and persevered each time.

Because he knows that this is the price he has to pay if he wants to succeed. For him, who was born in an ordinary place, he knew that he had started late, so he used other ways to recover the gap.

At that time, Edward was able to endure the pain and tingling for three months.

I was able to feel the rhythm of my body's energy, and it took half a year.

I was able to adjust my state with my breath and enter passive meditation for a full nine months.

As far as he knew, there was once an excellent student who entered this stage in just over two months.

This was already the fastest speed he had ever seen with his own eyes, and this student had now become a distinguished team leader.

Therefore, just now he hurried away in a gaffe, throwing himself into the darkness.

Half licking the wounds alone, half thinking about how to proceed with the teaching plan that was disrupted by the accident.

What a headache, this jealous little ghost, I don't know what I remembered, the big fat man's little eyes narrowed into a slit.

For three days, the entire Snape mansion was completely renewed, and the main road in the courtyard and the slightly empty places were occupied by two fat men, one big and one small.

If you look closely, it's the small one that's working hard.

The big one is holding a wooden stick in one hand, and the other hand is either holding a fruit to gnaw, or holding a cup of hot tea, like a vicious overseer in a black mine.

Of course, these were just fantasies of the servants in the house, and the sticks never really fell on the little fat man.

In fact, Phil is quite proactive and seems very passionate, because he finds that his physical strength and strength are improving rapidly every day.

Finally, after lunch on the fourth day, Phil was in his room.

Edward locked the door to the room under the little fat man's unexplained gaze, and blocked the heavy desk there, giving Phil a malicious smile.

Phil fell back to the side of the bed and looked at the big fat man warily, his eyes constantly looking around, looking for a place to hide.

"Don't be nervous, sit down. Edward clasped his arms over his shoulders.

Phil was even more frightened, shook his head, shrank to the other side of the big bed, and used the pillar in the corner of the bed to block between himself and the big fat man, and put on a posture of running away at any time.

"The first two days were warm-ups, and from today we started training in earnest. Edward sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, seemingly unconcerned.

"The first part of the training, and the foundation of everything, is the stretching of the fascia and ligaments, just like I did. ”

As he spoke, Edward clasped his hands together, lifted them upward, and after lifting them above his head, he continued to fall behind his head.

Phil shuddered, only to see Edward's two thick arms twist at a strange angle, go over his shoulders, and stop directly at the lower back, and his hands didn't even let go of the whole process.

It was so soft that it seemed to be two cooked noodles, and the crackling of the joints was not heard at all.

"Or maybe that's it. ”

Edward stood up, his left leg standing still, his right leg slowly lifted upward, easily standing on his own, holding his right leg close to his ear for a few seconds.

"At least. ”

With that, Edward was still standing on the floor, his hands straight, his upper and his back leaning.

Phil bent down in his eyes, and his body bent back in an arc until his hands grasped his calves from behind, and his round head came out from between his calves.

After three moves in a row, Edward sat on the edge of the bed as if nothing had happened.

It's completely unbelievable that the movements that made Phil's scalp tingle just now and felt like they might break at any time were effortlessly made by such a fat body in front of him.

If it was a young girl, Phil might still be able to convince himself, but the scene with such a huge contrast made him stay there for a while, not knowing how to react.

"Trust me, you can too, as long as you overcome a little difficulty in training. Edward seemed pleased with the little fat man's reaction, his face full of anticipation.

"No...... Don't!" Phil suddenly realized what he was up against, and why the big fat man locked the door.