Shen Tang had been having a miserable few days.
Miserable in every sense of the word.
Back in Xiaocheng, she could at least set up a stall, sell some wine, or go for a stroll when she was bored. But in the Deep Mountain Forest, there was nothing but a bunch of bandits. Life was as lonely as a snowfield. She felt that if she kept loafing around like this, she'd end up moldy from sheer idleness.
"Wu Lang, you're really bored. Why not help Gongshu Wu drill the militia?"
Shen Tang refused without a second thought. "No way. I can smell the overpowering stench of sweat from miles away. One day's worth of exercise would far exceed an otaku's annual quota..."
It wasn't as if she hadn't gone to watch Gongshu Wu train the troops.
After watching once, the otaku had shuddered in fear.
Calling it military training was generous. The whole thing could have crushed even the square-dancing troupe of elderly men and women downstairs from her apartment building. Simply put, there were just a few dozen scattered recruits, learning basic moves like chopping, slashing, and thrusting under Gongshu Wu's direction.
Repeating the same move hundreds of times was par for the course.
They practiced technique in the morning and physical conditioning in the afternoon.
The next morning, they came back and started the cycle all over again.
Ordinary people simply couldn't handle that level of intensity.
It wasn't that no one had spoken up in protest. The result was that Gongshu Wu pinched a man's throat between two fingers and snapped it, killing him outright as a warning to the others. He stated bluntly that anyone who couldn't take it was welcome to kill themselves. They were all prisoners; what right did prisoners have to bargain with