Even if it were placed on his face for an entire day now, he would no longer feel any discomfort.
As for Da Bao, he always found ways to slack off during his training sessions. It was only once that he persisted from beginning to end, so it was understandable that he was now exhausted.
Regarding Er Bao's accustomed reply, Da Bao found it utterly unbelievable. The training plan devised by their father was simply devilish, completely devoid of humanity.
Even physically robust adults would find it difficult to complete, let alone children like them.
Perhaps only their father would come up with such an excessive method, and apply it to both of them.
After such a long time, he regretted more and more why he had impulsively chosen to take his father as his master. Wasn't this just asking for trouble?
"Once you get used to it, it won't feel uncomfortable anymore. You'll be like me and feel nothing at all."
Er Bao's expression was remarkably calm, as if these words were as simple as asking what to eat for dinner tonight. Yet, one knew how terrifying this habit was.
"No... no, I still can't get used to it. I think I'm fine just like this."
He didn't want to be like Er Bao and stubbornly torture himself; it was better to be kind to himself.
Er Bao rolled his eyes, utterly despising Da Bao's spineless demeanor. He truly wasn't like the sons of the Ling family at all.
"Father said we are all sons of the Ling family and will be great generals in the future, bravely fighting enemies and defending our country on the battlefield. If you don't train diligently now, when you reach the battlefield, will you expect others to rescue you!"
Why did he have no ambition at all? If he were to go to the battlefield in the future, he would truly bring shame to the Ling family.
Da Bao completely disagreed with Er Bao's lofty ambitions. He had absolutely no interest in becoming a great general and fighting on the battlefield.
The only reason he practiced martial arts was to beat those few children until they spat teeth and bowed down at his feet, recognizing him as their elder brother.
With such a simple and straightforward wish, he only needed to learn some flashy moves.
He didn't care about their power; as long as they were cool and imposing enough to intimidate others, that would be sufficient.
"You really... really have no backbone!"
Er Bao said speechlessly. They were born of the same mother and father, and were twins.
How could the gap be so vast? Having such a spineless elder brother, he truly felt disgraced.
He didn't even want to admit that Da Bao was his brother; he wasn't acting like an elder brother at all.
"We each have our own aspirations. I won't force you, so you shouldn't force me either."
He didn't feel that his ideas were shameful at all. Mother had said that there were thirty-six professions and each could produce a master, so he didn't have to stick to just one path.
To continue persisting when he knew he wasn't suited for it would be pure foolishness, and he didn't want to be that fool.
Da Bao stepped forward and patted Er Bao's shoulder, saying with deep emotion, "From now on, the matter of bringing glory to our ancestors will be entrusted to you. I'll go out and enjoy myself."
After all, with Er Bao still there to hold the fort, their Ling family wouldn't fall.
It seemed that from now on, he had to treat Er Bao better, as his future happiness would entirely depend on how accomplished Er Bao became.
Er Bao rolled his eyes and likewise slapped away the hand Da Bao had placed on his shoulder, looking extremely disdainful. "You're useless..."
If Father knew what Da Bao was thinking, he would probably regret the guidance he had given Da Bao all these days.
"What do you know!" Da Bao snorted coldly and then strode towards the room.
The moment he opened the door and saw what was before him, Da Bao's startled cry echoed throughout the entire courtyard.
Upon hearing the commotion, Er Bao rushed forward to see what had happened.
"Look... look..."
Da Bao shook Er Bao's shoulders with extreme excitement, pulling him to look at the wooden sword placed on the table.
This must have been given to them by their father, a surprise he intended for them, which was why he hadn't given it to them directly earlier.
Instantly, he felt extremely apologetic for his previous dissatisfaction with their father. It was all his fault for misunderstanding their father like this; it was truly inexcusable.
"I told you, since Father promised us, he wouldn't go back on his word. Look, this has already been delivered to us."
Da Bao proudly wielded the wooden sword in front of Er Bao, his attitude towards Ling Mo Han completely changed. At this moment, his father was the greatest hero in his heart.
Er Bao rolled his eyes, dark lines appearing on his forehead. Wasn't he just complaining about their father moments ago? The speed at which his mood changed was faster than flipping a book; he was truly impressed.
"Here... this one is yours."
A dragon symbol was carved on his wooden sword, making it easy to identify which one was his.
Er Bao didn't really care; any one would do for him. He was more curious about how Da Bao had identified them: "How do you know which one is yours and which one is mine?"
"Look, there's a dragon carved on mine. The one without a symbol is yours. This one is mine."
Following where Da Bao pointed, Er Bao looked for a long time but still couldn't see this thing, which looked exactly like a worm, as a dragon.
"This is clearly a worm, not a dragon at all."
Without thinking, Er Bao blurted out what was on his mind.
This, however, earned him Da Bao's furious shout: "This is clearly a dragon, a dragon! How can you say it's a worm!"
Shouted at like this, Er Bao was slightly stunned and froze. He looked closely again and still felt it resembled a worm, but to avoid provoking Da Bao's anger, he followed his words: "It... it's a dragon..."
Only then did Da Bao nod in satisfaction, thinking that Er Bao at least had some discernment, so he wouldn't argue with him for now.
"You have some taste, I suppose," Da Bao said with dissatisfaction, then gleefully walked away with the wooden sword as if it were a treasure.
Er Bao shook his head helplessly. They were born from the same womb, yet the gap between them was so vast. How could he have such a brother? It was truly not easy.
Er Bao looked at the wooden sword in his hand and mimicked his father's movements a few times, but it felt too light and awkward. When would he be able to own a sword of his own, just like his father?
And the spears, swords, and halberds in Father's courtyard, when would he be able to lift them? He was growing too slowly. How could he grow faster...