ARCHDEUS

FUCKING CONSCRIPTION(5)

"Do the right thing! Are you a rock?!"

"Your feet! spread your legs!"

The loud scream was then accompanied by the sound of rattan lashes.

"Thank your shoulder!"

Back rattan lash sounds very strongly.

"Straight up!"

"Ughh ..."

The novice soldiers gulped. They froze at this sight. In front of them a white-skinned and smooth-faced young man was going through hell training. His body was full of abrasions due to rattan lashings.

They know that military training is harsh but this is outrageous.

That boy could die!

They sympathized with the young man. But at the same time they are happy because they are not the ones who experience it.

Winson was very happy when he did this. For three days he had been under pressure due to the shame he had experienced. Not long ago he had managed to be bullied by a spoiled brat who did not even know of swinging a sword.

Winson is known as a wise instructor. Yet he could also become as resolute as he was at the moment and of course his goal was to discipline the disciple.

"Wrong!"

"Call it stronger!"

Winson admitted a little bit he got carried away with emotions. He even gave the lash many times to this boy. But he covered up this guilt. He knew this was unprofessional but he turned a blind eye to his actions. He just a little more made Alex regret for making her cry.

Alex's body was full of long bruises from the rattan lash. He was bare-chested so that any reddish lines could be seen along his back and chest. So many of them that people at a glance might assume she is experiencing domestic violence.

The sound of the lashings continued to echo. Each time the whip flew and landed on his skin, some bloodstains and sweat scattered then long red marks appeared on his skin.

Instructor Robinson could not see this atrocity again. He hurriedly ran over to Winson who had personally disciplined Alex. Even Morel's instructor followed him running.

"S-sir ... Sir Winson's. I don't think it's necessary to whip her anymore."

"Sir ... It's a little cruel."

These two instructors looked at each other and nodded. They have an agreement that 'this is outrageous'.

Winson sniffed in annoyance when he heard the advice of these two young instructors.

"I know what I'm doing."

Winson's confident remarks made Robinson and Morel a little hesitant. After all Winson was a senior instructor and a veteran. He rarely disciplines someone directly and even if he does, they never experience anything like this.

"But Sir ...."

Robison glanced at Alex's body.

Yesampun .. very red!

The rattan scarf that hit the body was very bright as if it was a lamp. Alex's white skin also makes the reddish color more contrast. But Robinson only realized one thing. From beginning to end, this novice warrior named Alex never complained of pain, not even shaking his teeth. The man's eyes still looked sharp and seemed arrogant. Robison became amazed at the focus and calmness of this person.

By Alex ....

Shit, be treated like this .....

Alex was treated this way for the first time. Even when her stepmother and her sisters committed atrocities against her, she never got physical violence like this. Maybe Alex wasn't in pain so he forgave this lash. But there was one thing he could not forgive that easily ....

Stripped in public ....

Alex is embarrassed. Although this is not his main body but he remains upset when someone forces him to undress only to be flogged in public.

I'm not a masochist!

He hopes that he is currently a masochist so he won't be too embarrassed in-'BDSM' by Winson.

For a while, Alex lists Winson on the list of potential residents of hell in his mind. If the old man would still do something rude to him, Alex would actually mark this man to be sure to go to hell. Alex is not particularly cruel, as archdeus, he still gives Winson a chance for forgiveness. But if this ossan still remains like this ....

Let's see who's laughing last!

Alex unconsciously grinned. He could imagine how Winson would be whipped by the whip of hellfire or whipped by the tail of Hell Dragon.

"!!!"

Winson gasped with Alex's sudden grin. He suddenly shivered. Not only him, the people who saw the grin also gasped in fear. Absurd thoughts floated in each other's heads.

She enjoying?

Does that look fun?

Eventually, they came to a more absurd conclusion.

He's masochis!

All shiver, including Winson. Of course he knew, if someone who experienced this kind of orientation deviation, punishing him with just physical violence would certainly not work. Instead, it would be a gift for a masochist. He will have pleasure!

Winson shuts down and drops his rot. He looked at Alex.

I know this kid is weird!

But he's a lot crazier than I thought!

Winson twisted his body and left without looking back. He was more embarrassed than ever. It might not matter to him if it was called a crybaby. But if he torments a masochist, then the whole gaze will judge him as ....

I'm not like that!

Winson's face grew even red at the thought of that. It was fortunate that he had already gone far away from the crowd so that his change in face was not noticeable.

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"Waw .. bro, how's your wound?"

Grain looked at Alex sympathetically, and Riven looked the same way. They saw Alex suffer a very painful violence.

"No problem" Alex replied.

Lately they have been quite familiar as a result of eating at the same table. Not felt, even they have greeted with their respective nicknames.

"Hey bro, don't forget to give the ointment regularly."

This time Riven was a worried person. Previously he and Grain helped Alex go to the barracks health center. Surely Robinson was the one who allowed it.

When Riven saw that painful scar, he was both sad and amazed by the calmness of this boy. He never complained of pain from the start until the treatment was over.

"Of course" Alex said.

They returned to dinner together. The menu this time is quite varied, not only meat and bread, some types of bean and vegetable soup also decorate the table. Indeed ... The Barrack of Fertiphile had considerable funds to take care of its soldiers. They should thank him because in fact it is not uncommon for the equivalent barracks to only give porridge or limited to dry fresh bread to the military.

"Ahh .. By the way, do you really not know with that gesture? That's the most basic sword art!" grain asked while chewing his food.

"Well, it's not natural, he's only been here a few days."

Riven sometimes thinks Grain is stupid. I don't know why this kid who only knows how to eat brings up sensitivities. If for example Alex knew the move, there was no way he would have to be hit by Winson.

"No, I know. But I didn't follow him" Alex said.

"Thul? Who do you know that from?" ask Grain.

"My father. He often forces me to learn."

Grain and Riven were quite interested in this topic. Right now they were talking about a sword art called the Art of Golden Scorpio. This was not a special technique and was not as famous as the Art of Royal Swan sword techniques learned in the Royal Military Academy. The Art of Golden Scorpio originally came from the Duchy of Sandwealth later after the alliance relationship between the Duke of Sandwealth and the Count of Fertiphile was intertwined, military cooperation also took place so the result was an improvement in the quality of the soldiers of the County of Fertiphile. The Art of Golden Scorpio is an example of that cooperation so warriors in both regions have the same sword-based technique.

"Did your father teach you?" ask Riven.

Alex nodded and replied.

"Yes. He's doing. He's very good at that technique."

Grain and Riven are quite impressed with Alex's father. They considered the boy's father to be at least a senior soldier so making Alex part of a large military family was reasonable.

"Waw .. I'm sure your father must be a swordmaster!" grain said excitedly.

"Yes, he is a swordsman. But I don't seem to have the talent for that" Alex said.

That's only partly true. Alex does admit that Harol is a very good at using a sword or certain techniques, one of which is the Art of Golden Scorpio. But he lied in the absence of the talent he had. Quite the contrary, he was a very good person to use various weapons, especially swords and staff. But Alex feels very dislike using weapons at this time. At the moment, he is on vacation, right? He was already so saturated with weapons, destruction, or murder. He wants to live with his idle. After all, he also disliked the technique that his father had taught him of course the Art of Golden Scorpio.

"Quiet bro. I'm sure you'll make it in the end. Efforts won't betray results, you know."

Grain smiled after saying that. He had always clung to that sentence because Grain was also among those who lacked talent.

"Rubber, besides you've only been here a few days, haven't you? I'm sure you'll catch up with us slowly."

Unlike Grain, Riven is the type of person who is talented in swordsmanship. But he always humbled himself, especially to his friends. He does not want to be due to his talent, his friends will feel inferiority when they hang out with him.

Alex smiled faintly hearing that. He rarely expresses expression but that does not mean he cannot do it. Alex is quite aware of the sincerity of these people in comforting him so he appreciates them. You should know, the sincere smile of a Sovereign of Hell is the most expensive of all the other smiles in the world.