Three mercenaries

the baptism of snow and fire

"Son, get up." The day was just dawning, the sweet young man's voice sounded.

"Well, Eric, I'm going to sleep a little longer, just a little longer, I'm so sleepy," said Émi, who had just turned eight at five in the morning, hoping for more sleep is not, by definition, a luxury.

"Oh, it's freezing..." a mournful cry came out of the darkness -- but it seemed that the neighbors near the Marcus Haber cottage were used to this particular alarm clock.

Little Émi sprang out of his snow-covered bed, and the prankster put the big tub of snow on the ground with a grin on his face, leisurely said: "I always regret that I did not get hard training when I was a child, it is all my father did not manage me when I was a child, so the achievement is not big.". Um... ... I can't let you grow up thinking about this . I will train you to be a better soldier than your father . I want to get a hundred times, so ...... You, my son, must give a thousand times."

The eastern sky had not yet turned white, and two figures, big and small, set out from the village of Heck and ran along the warm river towards Snow Moon Lake, while poor little Émi ran, while being forced to sing by some evil man.

"One, two, three, four, I love dad Eric, Eric leads us forward, forward..."

Eric was a strange man, one who, on first sight, was considered a nobleman. In the empires, all aristocrats had the following characteristics: Noble temperament, elegant speech, courtesy. That's how Eric comes across at first, but over time, it turns out that Eric has a different side: he's mischievous and he likes to play pranks. After living in the village of Heck for two months, all the residents who knew Eric were fooled by the outsider. They believed his description of himself as a soldier, a ragged son of a nobleman with the lowest title of a Knight of the Empire, a title that could not be inherited or expected to secure a fiefdom.

Poor little Émi was the one who suffered the most.

Little Émi had never slept in since the unruly uncle had arrived, and the boy had not given little Émi any free time to move about Though he never scolded Émi, he had a way of doing things that were worse than beating him. It was a piece of cake to put some ice under the covers, mr. Eric, when it comes to pranks, it's the kind of thing that makes you want to die.

Eh... ? ... wondering how Lect Marcus Haber, in the Tower of ice prayers, would feel if he knew he had entrusted his son to such a companion?

Grandpa Marcus Haber was not used to the way the young man treated his grandson at first, much less to the way he called little Émi "Son.". After spending some time with the young man, he quickly accepted the family member. What really moved the old man was Eric's actions after little Émi fell asleep... Like getting up at night to help little Émi tuck in, preparing for the next day's lesson under the oil lamp, getting blood on both palms to learn how to Chop Wood, and of course getting up early in the morning to go out and dig the snow... ...

Here's what Émi does every day:

Fitness: Get Up in the morning and run before dawn, along the Warm River to Snow Moon Lake, about 20 kilometers. The banks were covered with snow and ice, and Eric's goal was to travel light -- just in a thin leather coat -- for ease of movement.

Will Training: after running to Snow Moon Lake, take off all your clothes and jump into Snow Moon Lake to swim. Snow Moon Lake erupts from the ground, and the water is extremely hot. Although the water is only swimming near the Lake, it does not enter the center of the Lake. The water nearby is warm enough to cook Snow eggs.

Suddenly jumped from the ice into the boiling water of the lake, but also can really exercise the will of the people.

Like most hot springs, the water of Snow Moon Lake is very healing and restorative, so whatever torment Émi had the previous day, she was always in good shape with the help of Snow Moon Lake.