Jacob had never seen such bullshvt in his life. To think that he even entertained the possibility of Big Sis Lise being weaker than her supposed older brother? What a joke.
This Rouge guy didn't even look like Lise!
"Are you sure he's stronger?"
The young man had always admired strength. It was his dream to become a soldier at a young age. Unfortunately, his short stature made it impossible for him to enlist in any sort of garrison that might even want to have him. He trained and trained for years since his childhood, and yet he got shafted because he didn't reach the height requirements? It made him seethe at the others that were clearly only accepted due to status or lineage.
"I'm absolutely sure, Jacob," his mentor nodded at him. "Brother was the one that taught me everything I know. I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for him."
Somehow, Jacob doubted such claims.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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