@celestialaxis + plotted.
First days of training were always the hardest. You’re harsher than normal to establish a command over the new recruits, you’re reciting rules every few minutes, and the exercises are more like crafts projects than they are actual work. Some pick it up better than others, some have never touched a weapon in their life and require more attention. To balance that was difficult, but General Li was getting better at it.
There’s a moment where he’s walking down the line when he sees an empty slot where a man used to be. Their name escapes him until he glances around. Sure enough, to his right, napping on a bunch of sand-bags, is the infamous Robin Hood. An outlaw who chose to work for the army rather than spend his days locked in a cell. Much to Li Shang’s frustration, it would seem.
There’s a dramatic rise in his shoulders as he leans forward into a march and walks straight up to the man in question. He delivers a swift, and short kick to the man’s shin, rousing him from his sleep.
“Oh I’m sorry, am I interrupting you, soldier?” His sarcasm is laced with false apology and mirth, but it never reaches his expression. “On your feet!”
