"Hey! Ha!"
In the yard, the children were practicing the fighting methods that Qasim taught them.
Each of them had sweat on his forehead.
But because they didn't want to disappoint Teacher Kasim, everyone worked twice as hard.
Bang!
“Ah, that hurts!”
The boy with long black bangs fell to the ground, and the wooden sword in his hand flew out.
"Grisha, this is totally unacceptable~!"
Opposite the boy, a girl held a wooden sword in her right hand, her left hand on her waist, shaking her head and sighing.
"What? It's just that Xiao Qian is too strong. She's just a violent woman..."
"ah?"
Xiao Qian grabbed Grisa's collar and pulled him up from the ground.
Then she looked at him with a very dangerous smile.
"Grisa, what did you just say?
"Ah! No, no, no! I didn't say anything!"
Grisha waved his hands in panic.
when--!
After a knock, Grisha covered his head with his hands and fell to the ground.
"It hurts, Xiao Qian, you're too harsh!"
"Hmph~, who told you to call me a violent girl? And it's obviously you, Grisha, who's too skinny, yet you're blaming me."
"I'm not skinny, it's you, Xiao Qian—"
"Kids, exercise time is over~!"
Just then, Qasim's voice rang out on the training ground.
"It's time for the injection~!"
"good!!!"
All the children in the training ground stopped training and answered in unison...
A room that looked like an infirmary.
The children who have just finished exercising are lining up here to get injections.
"Teacher Qasim, why do we have to inject this medicine so often?"
Looking at the needle inserted into his right hand, a young child asked curiously.
Qasim smiled and said:
"Because I want you to be healthier. People can get sick very easily. Any minor illness can easily take a person's life."
"But once you get the injection, you don't have to be afraid. It can also make you stronger. You also want to become as strong as your teacher, right~?"
"Really? I can be like Sensei Kasim?! Then I'll have to get injections every day! I want to get stronger!"
"Haha, what a good kid~."
After injecting the drug, Qasim pulled out the needle.
"Okay, next~."
"Um, Mr. Qasim, I'm afraid of pain..."
The next little girl looked at the needle with fear.
"Don't be afraid~."
Cassim whispered soothingly.
"This kind of pain is only temporary. Think of it this way: this kind of pain can make you stronger. As long as you become stronger, you won't have to worry about other pain hurting you in the future, right?"
"I, I, I'll do my best..."
Looking at the little girl, Qasim hesitated for a moment, then stood up and said:
"Well, how about this~, if everyone can bravely endure the pain today, how about I make you a fruit pie tonight~?"
"Really!"
"Fruit pie? Yeah!"
"Teacher Qasim is the best!"
The children cheered.
The little girl also stretched out her arms tremblingly and closed her eyes tightly.
"Teacher Qasim, please come."
"What a good boy~."
Qasim smiled and inserted the needle into her arm...
... ...
"It hurts, it hurts, it really hurts, Teacher Qasim..."
In the cage, the young man, with terrible lines covering his body, groaned in pain. His blurred consciousness made him involuntarily call for help from the person he trusted most.
The other children stood outside the cage, looking at the boy worriedly.
Qasim came over.
He stood in front of the cage and looked at the boy in the cage quietly.
Sensing Qasim's arrival, the boy in the cage subconsciously stretched out his right hand towards him.
"Teacher Qasim, it hurts so much..."
“… …”
Qasim did not respond to him.
Unlike his usual gentleness, there was a hint of indifference in his eyes.
The other children asked anxiously:
"Teacher Qasim, what happened to him..."
Facing the uneasy looks from all around.
Qasim said seriously:
"He's been infected by the curse outside. Children, you must be careful and don't touch him, otherwise you will be infected by the curse."
The children believed it and took a few steps back.
The expression on his face also looked more worried.
"Teacher Qasim, will he die..."
"Is there any way to save him?"
"Will we also be infected with this curse..."
The uneasy voice kept coming from my ears.
Cassim's face, which had been expressionless, smiled slightly, regaining its usual gentleness.
"Okay, kids, let's get out of here first. The teacher will find a way to handle this. Don't worry."
"You just need to exercise more and take your injections regularly to avoid the curse infecting you~."
"...Is this all right?"
"Okay, then we must work harder in the future..."
After sending these children away.
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