Chapter 32. Little Brother
At the Caulem training ground, under a blazing sun, young Lucian and young Leonhardt traded blows with wooden swords clashing.
Around them, soldiers, workers, and the stern-faced instructor watched, their cheers loud but all for Lucian.
"Go on, young master Lucian!"
"You can finish this up!" they shouted, fists raised, eyes locked on the younger boy.
The fight continues even when sweat drips, breaths ragged.
Then Lucian saw his chance. He darted in, fast and fierce, slamming his sword against Leonhardt's. The older boy's weapon flew free, spinning through the air, and he crashed backward into the dust, sprawled and gasping.
Lucian stood tall, wooden sword aimed at his brother's chest, his face filled with triumph.
"Lucian's the victor!" the instructor bellowed, voice cutting through the cheers.
The crowd swarmed Lucian instantly—soldiers clapping his shoulders, the instructor grinning wide, words spilling out.
"Perfect form, young master!"
"You've got it all—speed, strength, smarts!"