Morten-Chan

Every strike I swung was precise and swift. Every cry I let out was strong and fierce. Training, they think I've haven't done this a hundred times before. Having being inhabited in a jungle, I've trained day and night to survive. However, this type of training, for once, has me exhausted. "Do you laze around often where you come from?" Flora said in a mocking tone as she paced behind me. I ignored her remarks and continued to strike the block of wood with the axe, splitting it in half unto the small pile of already cut wood below the truck. So this is what it's like cutting wood, huh? Been a farmer and jungle survivor, but never have I axed w