chapter 47

It was 4:00 in the morning, and the camp where Jeanne and Rémy were was enveloped in absolute silence, only broken by the gentle sound of the pair's breathing. Rémy slowly awakened from his dreams, opening only one of his eyes, as the other had been lost. His gaze turned downwards, where he saw Jeanne sleeping peacefully on top of his chest, seeming quite comfortable in that position.

Jeanne's golden hair was now clean, and Rémy couldn't resist the temptation to curl one of the strands with one of his fingers. With gentle movements, he wound the entire golden thread, appreciating the softness and shine of the young woman's hair.

After a few minutes, Rémy felt it was time to wake Jeanne up for the start of the training. With a gentle touch on her shoulder, he said, "Wake up, Jeanne. We have to start your training." Jeanne stirred a bit, but was still too sleepy to move.

Carefully, Rémy began to get up with Jeanne still asleep on his chest. Jeanne instinctively wrapped her arms around Rémy's waist, holding onto him affectionately while still sleepy. Rémy got up, and Jeanne remained with her head on his chest for a while, enjoying the warmth and comfort of that position.

Rémy woke up Jeanne, who pretended to be asleep, with a scratch on her head. He began to scratch her head with his right hand, which made Jeanne squeeze her arms even tighter around Rémy's waist. She shook her head from side to side, trying to get rid of the irritating itch.

"Let's start the training, sleepyhead," said Rémy with an upbeat tone, as he walked with difficulty to where their armor was. Jeanne, still clinging to Rémy's waist, was hindering his walk.

Jeanne noticed the difficulty Rémy was having in walking and, with all her strength, jumped up, wrapping her arms around Rémy's neck and her legs around his waist. Although Rémy was a little surprised by Jeanne's unexpected move, he felt comfortable with her arms around him.

"I knew you weren't sleeping," said Rémy, laughing a little. "Now let go of me so we can start the training." But Jeanne didn't let go. Instead, she remained clinging to him, squeezing her arms and legs even tighter around his waist.

Rémy then slapped Jeanne's buttocks with his hand, making a loud sound and causing several ripples in her buttocks. Jeanne felt the impact, but didn't mind much, only letting out a grunt. Rémy was a little embarrassed for making such a loud noise that may have caught the attention of those outside, but Jeanne still seemed quite sleepy.

Then, Jeanne opened her small mouth, showing her white teeth and lovely tongue, and gave a light bite to Rémy's collarbone. It was a gentle bite, but still hurt a little. Rémy took a brief pause in his walk to pick up their armor, but soon resumed walking, feeling more excited for the training to come.

With skill and agility, Rémy squatted and picked up the armors that were scattered haphazardly on the tent floor. Even with Jeanne clinging to him, he didn't lose his posture or the necessary dexterity to pick up the heavy armors.

After having the armors in his hands, Rémy carefully adjusted them on his body and then walked out of the tent they were in. The soldiers on watch in the camp quickly noticed Rémy leaving the tent with Jeanne clinging to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, while her legs were firmly attached to the young knight's waist.

After getting the armors in his hands, Rémy carefully adjusted them on his body and then left the tent they were in. The soldiers who were on guard in the camp quickly noticed Rémy leaving the tent with Jeanne stuck to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, while her legs were firmly attached to the young knight's waist.

Still, Rémy seemed comfortable with the situation, walking easily towards the exit of the camp and leaving it. He knew that for the training he had planned with Jeanne, it would be necessary to be away from the distractions and interruptions of the camp. The soldiers, in turn, watched the pair attentively, seeing them move further away.

Rémy and Jeanne finally arrived at an open field with slightly tall grass and trees nearby. Rémy, relieved, threw the armors that were in his hands on the ground and observed the environment carefully. The sun was already rising and shining on the horizon, and the fresh wind brought a soft perfume from the nearby flowers.

"We're here, you can get down now," Rémy said to Jeanne, who was stuck to him, clinging as if in danger. She released her legs from around his waist and then her arms from around his neck, stretching her body to get rid of the uncomfortable position.

"So, how's your eye?" Jeanne asked, already on the ground, her curiosity and concern evident in her tone of voice. She was barefoot, feeling the soft grass on her feet, and her toes tickled when she moved them.

"Normal, in the sense that it's not hurting and not causing any problem for me, other than not being able to see with it," Rémy replied, opening his eye that no longer has the eye socket, only darkness with his right-hand finger. Rémy's eye looked like a dark well, without shine or life, and Jeanne felt a tightness in her heart to see him like this.

Jeanne placed her left hand on the eye he lost, a golden light began to emanate from her hand, a healing and hopeful aura. She placed it on Rémy's eye and closed her eyes, focusing on her blessing.

Rémy waited patiently until Jeanne finished, observing the glow of the light and the determination on her face. When she took her hand off, Rémy felt a pang of hope, but when he opened his eye, it was the same as before. Jeanne made a gesture with her tongue, seeing that she couldn't heal him. She felt a deep failure and an inexplicable sadness.

"You know you don't have to be angry since I'm the one to blame for this happening. If I hadn't underestimated the soldier, I would still have my eye," Rémy said, realizing Jeanne's frustration and irritation at not being able to heal him. He didn't blame the soldier for what happened. If he had paid attention, nothing would have happened.

"So, let's start. Start by doing 80 push-ups," ordered Rémy, so that Jeanne could start doing the push-ups and not delay the training that was starting. Jeanne lay down to do the push-ups. She felt the grass passing through her fingers, tickling her, and began to do the push-ups up and down.

Jeanne dedicated herself to doing her push-ups with diligence, moving her muscles with fluidity and strength. She struggled to keep her breathing controlled while feeling the burning in her arms and sweat dripping down her face.

After completing 80 push-ups, Jeanne took a deep breath, feeling the satisfaction of the effort completed. But before she could get up, Rémy, without warning, jumped on her back, causing her to momentarily lose her balance.

After completing 80 push-ups, Jeanne took a deep breath, feeling the satisfaction of the accomplished effort. But before she could get up, Rémy, without warning, jumped on her back, causing her to momentarily lose balance.

Jeanne felt the additional weight on her shoulders and arms, but did not let it shake her. With the agility of a cat, she used all her strength to hold the unexpected weight on her back, preventing both of them from falling to the ground. Heart racing, Jeanne slowly recovered from the surprise and looked at Rémy with an expression of disbelief, not understanding what had just happened.

Jeanne was surprised when Rémy jumped on her back without any warning. She looked at him incredulously, not understanding what was happening. "What are you doing?" she asked, with a confused expression on her face.

Rémy, in turn, responded with a smile on his face: "You didn't think your training would be that easy, did you?" He seemed to be enjoying the situation, while Jeanne was still trying to process what was happening.

Although Jeanne knew her training would not be easy, she did not imagine she would have to do 160 push-ups with Rémy on her back. She felt the weight of Rémy pressing against her back and had to struggle to maintain balance while doing the push-ups.

Despite the challenge, Jeanne did not give up. She focused on her breathing and maintaining correct posture, while Rémy encouraged her to continue. With each push-up, she felt her muscles contracting and strengthening, and knew she was getting closer to her goals.

In the end, Jeanne managed to complete the 160 push-ups, feeling tired but also proud of herself. She looked at Rémy, who was still smiling, and realized that although the training was difficult, it was also rewarding.

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