"Ugh, I'm so exhausted…" muttered one of the Virellano family's guard team members, his chest still heaving heavily after finishing the grueling morning drills.
The rest of the squad was also scattered across the training hall, most of them slumping down onto the floor or benches, their bodies drenched in sweat as they tried to catch their breath.
"You're all so weak. Look at Young Miss Vianna and Dedy. They're still not done sparring, yet here you are already collapsing like old men." Uncle Acok's stern voice cut through the room, his sharp gaze scolding his soldiers.
His eyes then shifted toward the center of the hall, where Vianna and Dedy were still locked in sparring practice.
