Chapter 1069 - In the Name of the Aerial Knight (1/2)

Chapter 1069: In the Name of the Aerial Knight Translator: TransN Editor: TransN

Inside the pilot training school in Neverwinter.

“Hurry up! Hurry up! Keep your balance!”

“Your legs are even shakier than a baby’s!”

“Keep straight. Watch where you’re heading!”

“Hey, where are you going? Do I really have put some braziers on either side of the walkway to make you all be more careful!”

“Not here, not on the plank, otherwise I’ll have to make you lick your vomit off it!”

“Next, Good!”

“Here!” Good shuddered when he heard his name being called. He took a deep breath and seated himself in a swivel chair.

The stern face of Eagle Face, the instructor, came into his sight.

Good could not even stand having mere eye contact with him. It was rumored Eagle Face had once been the commander of the garrison in the Northern Region before he had returned to Neverwinter. He had immediately taken the internal military assessment and became a member of the reserve Aerial Knights. This meant that Eagle Face had not only participated in the war against the church but had also sacrificed his vacations for the new trainees.

In other words, he was strict to both others and himself.

Good felt very uncomfortable under his penetrating stare.

As soon as he sat down, his two friends, Finkin and Hinds grouped up.

Good saw them cast him a sorrowful look.

The next moment, the chair started to spin rapidly.

This was the most painful training session for the reserve pilots. There was a plank five meters long, as wide as a palm, in front of the chair, which Eagle Face called a “footbridge”. All the trainees had to walk the “footbridge” as steadily as possible after spinning in the chair for half a minute.

Due to the loss of balance, the whole world became a swirl of color after he slid off the chair. He could barely stand still, let alone crossing the “footbridge”. Eagle Face would usually train ten people at a time, and the person who got the lowest grade would be subject to punishment such as “cleaning the washroom” and “weeding the yard”. Sometimes, he would pick a weekend and have the poor guy sit in the spinning chair for a whole day as a way of disciplining.

Unfortunately, Good had once been that unlucky person.

As a result, he had ended up throwing up in his dormitory at dinner time.

He did not want to experience this for a second time.

“Stop!”

The chair immediately stopped as Eagle Face announced the magic word. Good struggled to get off the chair.

“Hurry up! Don’t dawdle. Walk!”

Good raised his head with his teeth clenched. He stepped on the plank shakily and started to walk toward the other end of the “footbridge”. After more than ten days of practice, he had found a little trick to succeed in the task. He noticed that he would be more likely to lose his balance if he constantly watched his steps. The best way to cross the “footbridge” was to look ahead and use his body’s memory to control his strides.

In fact, his feet touched the solid ground before he realized it.

“That’s, that’s amazing…”

“He didn’t miss a single step!”

“He’s the first person who did it, isn’t he?”

The crowd behind him broke into a loud buzz.

He turned around and looked at Eagle Face. There was a rare smile on his gaunt grim face. “Well done. It seems that you aren’t completely hopeless.”