In the course of training, King had nothing to ask of his brother, for he was still very young and had a very different figure from his brother. Besides, the kingship is still a great general. Why did you hit each other?
The sword in his hand fell when he accidentally dropped, and his ass fell to the ground before he began to surrender.
"Let me have a rest, brother. I can't take it any longer."
It can't be true, just like sweat flowing in his mouth and tired expression flowing on his face.
The kingship took a breath and said, "Only practice, not fight, so that you can rule anyone."
You can only practice, but you can use your existing strength. Anyone must be tired.
"Let me have a rest, and so should you. Is your arm bleeding?"
His initial wound had not yet fully healed, and his blood oozed like a prism. King took one look, and now he realized he was hurt, but he was not afraid at all.