"Hey grandpa, what is the ideal skill of a warrior?" the little boy with white hair and gray eyes asked, curious."Strength and intelligence make up the ideal skill of a warrior, Joshua.""Do you think I’ll ever be like that?" he asked, hopeful."Of course. You have my blood, Josh. There’s no one stronger. Therefore, you must marry someone like you, powerful and without any blemish.""Defect?""Yes, like that girl." Her grandfather pointed to a wheelchair child. "Marrying someone like her will weaken our family.""Father." Cassius screamed, approaching them both.He took his son by the arm and brought him close."Don’t bring your prejudiced ideas to my son."The old man just laughed, but it remained in Joshua’s mind for a long time.---Joshua woke up aching, he managed to get up, but there was something in his eye. It was a tampon. Now, he had remembered what happened.At that moment, someone squeezed his arm. It was Thomas. He seemed to have just woken up and had a worried expressio
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