Alright Maggots, Trainings Started! [OBJ]

[Barbarian]

Sa Ten and Zan Ten strode out into a large court filled with soldiers lounging about and talking, hardly any of them training. While Sa Ten's soldiers where all in a corner, practicing the strict training that had been forced onto them since birth.

The fact that these men were not disiplined enough to actually train when required was sickening.
"ALRIGHT YOU LAZY DOGS! GET UP OFF YOUR BUTTS AND STAND IN FORMATION IN FRONT OF ME!" ordered Sa. The entire barracks scuffled and ran to their places in the formation, scared out of thier wits by their new drillmaster.
"You all should be ashamed of yourselves! Here Sun Ce has entrusted you with the defense of the city and helping him conquer the land! AND WHAT DO YOU DO!? YOU SIT HERE AND LOUNGE ABOUT WHILE DANGER LURKS IN EVERY CORNER OF THIS LAND!!!!" shouted Sa, in absolute fury, "Now, take a look at my men! They are training since the second they get up and until the second they pass out! And have been since they came out of thier mother's womb!"

Sa ten started to pace up and down the line of men, looking at the soldiers he had been given to train. They all looked like quite competent men and with training they could become a great army, worthy of lord Sun Ce. Sa Ten towered over a young spearman, one of the only men who were training when he walked in.
"You! You seem like a very good soldier and with a bit of muscle on those scrawny little arms, you are very close to being promoted to Captain." The young man looked up in delight and then saluted proudly to Sa, his spirits lifted greatly by the barbarian.

Sa stepped back and announced his new training regiment, consisting of formation speed training, an extremely tough obstacle course, and one on one fights with wooden swords. He would try and go easy on them to start with, so that they didn't collapse with exhaustion but after a while, when it started to get easier, he would up the ante and toughen them up fully.

Let us see how this plays out with the men...

(Next part will be up on 12/6/2010 probably)

[Barbarian]

Four years of hard an intensive training had taught these now praise-worthy warriors how to defend a city.

Sa Ten was extremely pleased with their progress. They had gotten through 10 years worth of training in just 4 years. It was enough to almost bring a tear to his eye.

"Formation B!" ordered Zan, who was putting the men through quick formation forming training, as Enma had suggested. Sa Ten walked down the line of valiant troops, proud of his teaching skills. He smiled, though no one could see it due to his bone mask.
"Alright, I shall commence a special training for you all today! One of you shall be allowed to duel my son, Zan! If we feel you do well enough, for you will not defeat him, of that I am sure, you will be promoted and shall receive a substantial pay-rise."

Despite this extremely generous offer, no one stood forward.
"Come now, none have the courage to face him?"
"I do, sir!" said the same young spearman from 4 years ago, now promoted to Captain, as Sa had told him he would. The young man seemed brave, even fearless. Sa smiled again, allowing the courageous warrior to step inside the ring with his strongest son.
"Good luck kid. You'll need it." muttered Sa to the young soldier.

A Clash of Spirit and Pride, the Young Warrior Takes Up His Dead Father's Spear to Face One of his Greatest Fears.

Zan stepped back slightly, assessing the young man with studious eyes.
It seems this man is not without fear, yet his resolve seems to be fighting his terror in the face of the great Demon Cleaver! thought Zan, piercing the ground with Demon Cleaver, his massive crescent shaped blade.
"Bring it, little man!" called out Zan, beckoning for the spearman to try his luck at attacking him.

The spearman did not respond, merely starting to circle his opponent, a look of absolute determination in his eyes. Zan unexpectedly lunged backwards, towards his opponent, who was now behind him, ripping his sword out of the earth and preparing for a massive arc swing downwards, towards the soldier's shoulder. The young man, who's name was Chen Danshi, pushed the blade to the left of his, using the shaft of his spear, then quickly pointing it towards Zan, he shoved the spear forward, aiming for Zan's left shoulder. Zan twisted in the air, the spear sailing past his shoulder just barely. He landed in a heap on the dusty earth of the arena, the tip of the spear hovering just above his chest and Zan's Demon Cleaver in the hands of his opponent.

Half an hour later, the lads were back to training, Chen helping to instruct the soldiers as the new Lieutenant.

Two hours after this, Sa, Zan and Enma confronted their soldiers, saddened by having to leave them after so long training together with them for four years.
"People! I regret to inform you that I must leave you all now! Lord Sun Ce wishes me to ride to war! As of now your new drillmaster is Chen, obey his every word, for he is a great warrior! While I am away, I cannot defend this place! So I leave it to you, men of Lu Jiang, to defend this city with your life! If anything should happen to this city, I will hold you all personally responsible! Make your resolve never weaken and your hearts never fear! For we are the men of Lord Sun Ce, the man that will one day rule all of China!" and with that all of the soldiers cheered and some even wept at Sa's leaving. "I wish you all a good life, may your shields never break and your swords never bend! FOR SUN CE!!!"
"FOR SUN CE!!!" they all cried in unison. Sa and his proud sons left the training yard and retired to their quarters, needing rest after such an arduous day of training.

[END]

[Zhu Jun]

Like it.. Brings a tear at the end

Rewards


+ 200 Jiang Militia

+ 300 Jiang Troops of your choosing

+ Loyalty of any troop in Sa Ten's command

+ Speed increace in movability/formation