Grueling Training

The child was unable to stand up in time, and could only roll on the ground in obvious pain; his reaction was pure reflex, an instinctual reaction to avoid danger and survive.

The six horses galloped past him, brushing past his face with little room to spare. The danger was finally over…

The child then stood up in a sweeping motion as stars greeted his vision just as his feet planted themselves on the ground. He immediately fell over again. The near-death situation earlier had taken all his energy; now that the danger was past, he lost his hold on consciousness the moment he heaved a sigh of relieve.

"Wake him up!" The old mistress was enraged. "How can he faint at such a time? Splash him awake with cold water! The training has to continue!"

One of the noblewomen standing at the sides could no longer watch as she begged weakly, "Mother… please… let them rest a little more… Little Fif, he’s only six years old!"