And so… the training began.
However, they had no idea of the horrifying thing they were about to witness.
Uncle Acok stood firm, executing powerful combat moves—punches and kicks delivered with strength and precision. The muscles in his arms tensed with every strike, his breathing was steady yet forceful, and beads of sweat began to form along his temples. His troops followed with discipline, their bodies moving in unison like rows of war machines, guided by Uncle Acok's sharp shouts, like a ruthless instructor scolding his students. At a glance, he looked like the most stubborn military trainer in the country.
He spotted Al at the back, moving lazily, looking completely unmotivated. His posture was slack, and his gaze wandered as if his mind was elsewhere. Uncle Acok smirked slyly before speaking.
