Their clothing was simple, even rugged.
They had draped themselves with the fur and hair of many animals, wearing it as clothing.
This kind of attire looked nothing like royalty.
It gave the impression that they were indigenous to this place by nature.
"Everyone keep this position! This posture will continue for the whole day, and only those who hold on until nightfall will be considered qualified."
"Those who do not pass will face double the training."
The children in the plaza lined up in single file, holding a push-up lowered position, motionless.
A man, apparently in his thirties, six feet tall, with bronze skin and perfect muscles, was wielding a whip, patrolling around them.
If he found anyone's posture wasn't up to standard, he would whip them.
The whip was painful, but it didn't break the skin; clearly, the whip had been specially treated.
It would only cause the children pain without harming their bodies.
