Night fell, and the North Wind Territory camp was brightly lit. The distant chants of soldiers training could faintly be heard. Inside a room, Ang sat at his desk reading a letter, absorbed in thought, when a soft knock sounded outside the door.
"Brother, it's me." Aida's voice came through the crack in the door, carrying a hint of hesitation.
"Come in." Ang set down the letter and looked toward the door.
The door slowly opened, and Aida walked in. His steps were heavy, and his face was full of struggle and shame. He stood before Ang, pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke. "Brother, I... I have something to tell you."
Ang looked at Aida with gentle eyes and gestured for him to sit. "Whatever it is, say it."
Aida sat down in silence, lowering his head as though emotions he had long suppressed had finally found an outlet. He raised his head, his eyes holding self-reproach and unwillingness. "Brother, I feel so useless. I'm your younger brother, and my talent isn't bad, but..." He paused, his voice dropping. "But in front of Bruno, I wasn't even the first one to break through. I feel ashamed."
Ang listened quietly. There was no reproach in his eyes, only understanding and tolerance. He sighed softly, stood, walked over to Aida, and patted his shoulder. "Aida, you don't need to feel ashamed. Everyone has their own path. You work hard for yourself, not to compare yourself with others."
Aida raised his head and looked at Ang with a complicated expression, as though he still wanted to say something.
Ang continued, "I know you've always wanted to help me defend the North Wind Territory, but I never intended to limit your future. You are free. No matter where you want