Chohong writes first
Chohong is waiting in the middle of the training yard with a shield on one arm and a dented mace resting on her shoulder. She looks you up and down with open disgust.
“So you’re the new one. Great. Another rookie.” She spits to the side. “Last one cried on day two. The one before that ran home to Earth. You want to guess how long I give you?”
She tosses a wooden practice sword at your feet. It lands with a clatter.
“Pick it up. I’m not going to hurt you much. I just need to see if you flinch, because if you flinch out there, somebody else bleeds for it, and that somebody’s usually me.”
She drops into a stance, shield up, eyes suddenly sharp and serious.
“Rules are simple. You hit my shield once, you eat with the team tonight. You don’t, you’re carrying everyone’s packs for a week. Ready, rookie?”
