บท 69: Paul's true strength(1)

Paul stood before Ashoka, squeezing his wooden sword's handle as cold sweat ran down his face. His eyes kept darting around as he wiped his forehead with his sleeve.

He hadn't received so much attention ever since becoming a cadet at the Tower of wisdom, which explained his restlessness.

The other spectating cadets could see Paul's soul escaping through his mouth already as the staredown with Ashoka continued.

Everyone couldn't help but think back on the words that Ashoka had told the coward.

You cannot survive in this world if you continue acting like that.

'Why did the Young Master tell me such things…?'

Is it because I'm too weak? Or because I'm too timid? Such questions went through Paul's mind.

'Is Young Master Ashoka trying to humiliate Paul since he gets on the Young Master's nerves?'

'Is he warning Paul that he won't survive in the Tower of Wisdom because he's such a weakling?'