He had been looked down on by a helmet.
Or rather, he had failed a helmet's test.
Shen Le rubbed his forehead, respectfully removed the fragile silk and cotton padding, and set it carefully aside. Then he bent down and cautiously picked up the armor plates, placing them on the table one by one:
The faint shimmer flowing across the armor plates seemed to weave itself into a line of words: "Victory and defeat are commonplace in war. Hero, please try again."
Sigh. It seemed he would have to keep working harder and strive on before he could earn this helmet's approval—if it possessed a complete consciousness, it would probably be saying, "Trash. You're far worse than my former master," right?
Come on. I'm a student, not a general, much less a cavalry commander—
I could barely even ride a horse, okay? In that stretch of memories, whenever he rode, everything from his waist down to his legs was stiff. He had to sort through the memories bit by bit before he could sit comfortably in the saddle. As for advanced techniques—galloping freely, charging into battle on horseback, drawing a bow from the saddle—those were even further beyond him.
Honestly, being able to loose an arrow from horseback without getting shaken off the saddle already made him feel pretty impressive!
Shen Le closed his eyes and slowly sorted through his memories, slowly recalling everything from the illusion. After quite a while, he sighed and put the helmet back together again.
He turned it over and over in his hands until the helmet began to tremble lightly, looking ready to fall apart at any moment.
Then, gritting his teeth, he put the iron helmet back on his head.
"Again!"
His vision went dark, then brightened again. The moment Shen Le opened