One hour later, the training session concluded.
Bruch walked past each squad, leaving brief comments.
When he reached Kosa, he simply said, "You have talent."
Just this one sentence, yet Kosa remembered it clearly.
That night he sat on his dormitory bed, his wrist still faintly aching, but he did not frown.
Red Tide did not treat him differently because he was from the Barbarian Race, teaching him real skills, practicing real tactics, and even punishing with real penalties.
This was a place that truly respected rules.
And he found himself beginning to... want to become a part of these rules.
Kosa took out a copy of "Red Tide Knight Promotion Regulations" from the bag beside his bed.
It was given to them during their first discipline class, one for each, which he originally dismissed as mere Imperial phrases and statutes.
Now he opened the first page, each regulation clearly numbered, without superfluous language or ambiguity.
