Day one of training.
Currently, inside the indoor training ground, only two individuals could be seen with similar hair colours.
Bellarine, unlike usual, was wearing a pair of free-moving pants that hugged her legs pretty well and a white shirt that accentuated her curves. She has braided her hair in a ponytail and looked quite young to be called the mother of a sixteen-year-old.
Bellarine has tutored people in the path, in a large number no less. However, those people were all soldiers so she didn't have to hold back. She was strict with them and punished them without any restraints. However, the person she was guiding today was her son.
She feared her old tendency to get angry upon not being understood in a single explanation. As such, it could be seen from her demeanour that she was more nervous than Richard.