Upon An Jing's advice, the eight female soldiers who were selecting weapons all took it seriously and planned to choose accordingly.
"Instructor, I want to choose this one." Du Aya picked up an ax and walked towards An Jing.
The ax was still quite heavy, but Du Aya held it in one hand and felt rather at ease.
"However, Instructor," Du Aya spoke again, "can I use two axes, one in each hand? I'm used to chopping pork and bone with one in each hand. I'm very efficient with an axe. Even my father, who's slaughtered pigs for many years, isn't as fast and good as me."
An Jing, Ye Zhi: "…" It's about slaughtering pigs again...
An Jing simply pondered for a moment, then instructed a soldier standing nearby, "Go fetch another ax."
"Yes!"
As soon as the soldier brought the ax, Du Aya immediately took it and swung one in each hand with ease, creating a swift and forceful gust of wind from the axes that demanded respect.
