33. HOW WE ARE REMEMBERED
Aoife sat on the edge of the bed, encouraging Caius who was completing the last of his five hundred squats, while lifting three flour sacks. The veins on his forearms were distended with the strain of the weight. Finally, Caius had a physique that would meet the standard of a soldier. The muscles on his biceps strained against his skin with their bulkiness, four neat parcels of muscle decorated his once plain stomach, and his legs were defined with rounded calves and solid thighs. Determination was carved into every new shape his body had forged. He had melted all his potential, and crafted it into a deadly weapon. After completing his last squat, Aoife instructed him to rest for a moment. He placed the flour bags on the floor and walked over to his leather satchel, handing Aoife a squar
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