The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

In the end, Jerome still punished Flora. It just so happened that this morning's training program was to throw grenades. Of course, we didn't really throw actual grenades-we just threw balls. And Flora was made to pick up all the balls we threw.

Our training ground was located in a vast wilderness. A long line of sandbags piled on top of each other formed a defensive wall, while on the other side of the line was a pit of "grenades" or balls, in this case. Now, what we were tasked to do was throw the balls into the pit.

After Jerome finished briefing us, he left us alone to train freely. He was to check up on us later after we had grown familiar with the process.

As for Flora, she not only needed to practice throwing balls, but she also needed to pick them up when we ran out.

I wanted to help her pick up the balls, but Jerome didn't allow anyone to assist her.

"He's stricter than Blair," Harry couldn't help but complain.

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All of us were wound up to a certain degree. After all, we needed to be alert at all times; we couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

Jerome went over to check up on

announced that the weakest thrower was to treat everyone

heard this and volunteered to throw first. After throwing ten balls, only one landed in

mouth with his hand and

was so sad that she buried her face in her hands and retreated to

damage her self-esteem, I deliberately lowered my strength from a hundred percent

angry to speak, so he simply

what I was up to. They all performed badly on purpose. The best score was only three balls out of ten. When the

that, he left in an angry huff, leaving the five of us

would go on an official mission after a week of

earlier, he still brought us lunch at around one o'clock in the

to go to Leonard for an exclusive training. It seemed that he

that he kept pestering me with questions,

full of bitterness. Thinking about how difficult Leonard was to get along with, I couldn't help but dread meeting him. That afternoon, I headed to our designated

door, took a deep breath, and