Chapter 48

Remy congratulated Jeanne for being able to do 160 push-ups with him on her back. "Congratulations, Jeanne, you are really strong!" he said. But then, Remy added, "But it's not over yet, you have to uproot that tree over there, or at least try."

Jeanne was surprised by the challenge proposed by Remy and asked, "Are you kidding, Remy? I still feel ticklish on my feet because of the grass."

Remy replied, "Of course, I'm not kidding, Jeanne. You can do it, I believe in you." Jeanne thought for a few seconds and decided to take on the challenge proposed by Remy: "Alright, Remy, I'll try."

Remy scratched his head, perplexed by Jeanne's question. "What do I have to do with the itching you're feeling on your feet?" He couldn't understand how his adventure companion could relate her physical sensations to him.

Jeanne sighed but didn't lose her smile. "You could be a little kinder to me," she said, trying to ease the tension that was forming between them. However, her words were met with a flick on the forehead, something that had become common in their relationship.

"Stop joking around and do what I asked," Remy insisted, applying a bit more force to the flick, as if to show his authority. Jeanne, on the other hand, took a deep breath and walked over to the nearest tree, feeling the rough texture of the trunk under her delicate hands.

Jeanne gritted her teeth tightly, her body tense like a spring ready to jump. Her arms twisted into rigid muscles, ready for battle. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to uproot that tree.

With a cry of effort, Jeanne began to pull the tree with all her might. Her fingers sank into the thick bark like claws trying to grasp onto some prey. She felt the resistance of the tree against her body, but she didn't let it defeat her.

Jeanne's breathing was heavy, as if every gasp was a source of energy to continue. She kept pulling and pulling, until she felt her muscles were on fire. The tree seemed unshakable, as if it had been rooted in the ground since the beginning of time.

But Jeanne didn't give up. She continued to fight, her body sweaty and tired, but her determination even stronger. And then, finally, with a loud and triumphant snap, the tree gave way and came out of the ground.

Jeanne let out a scream of victory, her arms covered in dirt and tree bark. She had done it. And in her heart, she felt the satisfaction of a battle won.

"Congratulations, I thought you wouldn't be able to do it on the first try, but you surprised me," said Remy, approaching Jeanne with a smile on his face. Jeanne, who was sitting on the grass, looked at him with a mix of pride and surprise. She had just uprooted a tree with her bare hands, and now she felt exhausted but happy, knowing that she had accomplished an incredible feat.

"You didn't trust me?" asked Jeanne, still not believing what she had just done. Remy laughed, shaking his head. "I trusted you, but I didn't know if it would be possible to uproot that tree on your first try," he explained. "You're stronger than I thought!"

Jeanne looked at the tree in front of her and asked Rémy, who was standing beside her, "Rémy, do you think you could pull out this tree with just your hands?" With confidence in his ability, Rémy replied, "Of course!"

He walked up to the tree in question and observed it for a few moments, studying the best way to apply the necessary force. Then, he firmly positioned his hands around the trunk and pulled with all his might.

The sound of cracking wood echoed through the air, and to Jeanne's surprise, Rémy successfully pulled out the tree. The trunk snapped, the roots were ripped from the ground, and the tree fell with a thud.

Jeanne was impressed with Rémy's strength and congratulated him: "Impressive, Rémy! You are really strong." Rémy smiled proudly and thanked her for the compliment.

Rémy wore a wide smile on his face, as if he had just invented the most fun game in the world. Jeanne, on the other hand, could barely hide her concern as she looked at Rémy.

"I'm going to tie your legs around these two trees, and you're going to have to run with them," said Rémy, as if announcing a great feat. Jeanne felt her legs fail for a moment. She could hardly conceive of the idea of running tied to trees.

But Remy seemed unconcerned about her hesitation. He encouraged her, saying that she was capable. Jeanne trusted him.

Remy took two ropes and tied Jeanne's legs to each of the trees. She felt vulnerable and exposed, as if she were about to face a trial by fire. Remy, on the other hand, was radiant with happiness, as if he had just conquered the world.

"Come on, I know you can do it," he said, giving her the necessary support. Jeanne took a deep breath and, with her heart beating fast, started running. The trees seemed too heavy, as if they were pulling her back. But she exerted herself to the fullest, moving her legs as fast as she could.

The trees creaked and groaned, responding to the relentless force that Jeanne was applying to her legs. Every muscle trembled and burned with effort, but she refused to give up. With sweat pouring down her face, she focused on maintaining the pace, ignoring the pain and exhaustion that were beginning to consume her body.

Meanwhile, Rémy watched with a smile on his face, enjoying the spectacle that Jeanne was providing. But behind his fun expression, there was genuine concern. He knew he was demanding a lot from her, and he feared that she would get hurt.

So he was attentive to every movement of Jeanne, ready to act if something went wrong. His eyes were fixed on the trees, following every crack and give, while he hoped they could withstand the strain.

Jeanne pulled the trees, feeling their weight against her body. The roots dragged along the ground, marking the soil and destroying the green grass that covered the area.

Rémy watched with admiration at Jeanne's strength. He knew she was strong, but seeing the young woman struggling against the weight of the trees was impressive. He felt relieved when Jeanne managed to move the trees without getting hurt. He knew Jeanne was strong, but didn't want to see her hurt because of his training.

Jeanne was excited about the progress she had made and began to increase the speed of her legs to move the trees more quickly. However, she soon realized she couldn't maintain the pace. The effort had already been too great, and her muscles were starting to weaken. She slowed down, taking deep breaths as she regained her breath.

As Jeanne caught her breath, Rémy approached her and noticed that she was struggling to keep up. Concerned for her health, he suggested they end the training for the day.

"Jeanne, I think that's enough for today. You've worked hard and your muscles are tired. It's not good to push too hard," said Rémy.

Jeanne nodded, agreeing that she was exhausted. She allowed herself to fall back on the soft grass, feeling the gentle cool breeze on her face. Rémy approached and carefully removed the ropes from her ankles, ensuring that there were no damages or injuries.

"Thank you, Rémy," said Jeanne with a tired smile. "I really needed that."

Rémy lay down beside her, looking up at the blue sky above them. "Sorry if I pushed a little too hard. I didn't realize you were struggling so much."

Jeanne shook her head. "Don't worry about it. I wanted to do this. But now, I'm happy it's over."

The two fell silent for a few moments, enjoying the tranquility of the moment. Gradually, Jeanne began to feel her muscles relax and the tension in her body decrease.

"This is so nice," she sighed.

Rémy agreed. "Sometimes it's important to slow down and take care of ourselves. You worked hard today and deserve a rest."

Jeanne smiled again, feeling grateful for Rémy's comforting presence by her side. She knew she could count on him to support her whenever she needed it.

"Yeah, you're right," she agreed. "Thanks again, Rémy."

Jeanne then added with a playful smile on her face, "But just go a little easier next time, okay? I don't want to end up with broken legs!"

Rémy laughed and replied, "Sure, Jeanne, I'll try not to go so hard."

As they talked, Jeanne noticed some tall grass beside her and impulsively pulled it out of the ground and threw it towards Rémy. He, in turn, picked up another blade of grass and threw it back at her.

Rémy skillfully dodged a blade of grass that Jeanne had thrown in his direction, smiling as he moved away from her. "I think it would be best if we head back to camp," he suggested as he picked up another blade of grass that Jeanne had thrown. Jeanne readily agreed. She walked over to her armor, which was still lying on the ground, and began to put it on. Rémy followed her example and went to his own armor, starting the process of putting it on.

Jeanne approached Rémy carefully and placed her hand delicately on the spot where his eye used to be, now just a closed eye. "Be well, okay?" she said with a comforting smile.

Rémy smiled back, pointing his lance at Jeanne. "Don't worry, I won't let my little friend go," he joked.

But Jeanne couldn't help but let out a slight sigh. "I hope... I can handle losing soldiers, but I couldn't handle losing you," she whispered, with a tone of concern in her voice. However, Rémy did not hear her words.

Rémy noticed that Jeanne had said something, so he asked, "Hmm, did you say something?" She turned back and replied with a smile on her face, "No, I didn't say anything." Then she turned again and continued walking, leaving Rémy watching her golden hair sway with her graceful movements.

As he watched her walk away, a growing desire took hold of him. "I wish I could have a little kiss," grumbled Rémy.

Remy put two fingers in his mouth and let out a loud, sharp whistle that echoed across the plain. Moments later, a red horse appeared, galloping towards him. Remy, a skilled rider, leaped onto the animal's back and raced off towards his destination.

Jeanne, who was watching the scene, felt her heart tighten as she watched him go. She clasped her hands in supplication and pleaded to the heavens:

"God, please protect him. May Remy be safe on his journey, may no harm come to him, and may he return to me unharmed."

The gentle breeze blew, swaying the grasses of the field. Jeanne stayed there, her eyes fixed on where her beloved had gone, until Remy and his horse disappeared from view. She then sighed, hoping that everything would go well for her beloved.

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