Kassandra's POV
I swing my sword, and my three youngest children and sons are thrown on the ground. I crouch down and look at them. After the twins were born, I gave birth to four girls after, and the last three boys came after.
I really gave birth to ten children, which I aimed for since the day I learned that I was carrying Noah Ace. "What's wrong, my little darlings? Are you all tired or limp?" I mocked.
"Mommm!" they roared. They stood up and pointed their swords at me again. "One more round," Elijah says. I stood up and grinned.
"Those are my fighters. You are all Escalantes and El Grecos. You must remember to stand no matter how hard life is."
We start our training again. My other children were currently doing archery and shooting practices. It was supervised by Arida and Enrique.
I step aside and lean backward as I catch the fist of my firstborn, who sneakily attacks me from behind. He laughs and bows his head.
