The Lycan King's Fate Calling novel Chapter 387

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.

"This is the army," I sighed with a shrug.

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.

After a few rounds of training freely, Jerome went over to check up on us.

He announced that the weakest thrower was to treat everyone else to lunch.

Flora, who was exhausted from running around picking up balls, perked up when she heard this and volunteered to throw first.

After throwing ten balls, only one landed in the pit. Jerome was pissed off. "How could you be so weak?!"

Harry covered his mouth with his hand and tried to stifle a giggle.

Flora was so sad that she buried her face in her hands and retreated to a corner.

Not wanting to damage her self-esteem, I deliberately lowered my strength from a hundred percent to just twenty.

Jerome saw what I was up to, but he was too angry to speak, so he simply waved his hand to signal the next person to start throwing.