An enemy at the doorstep
"How in the world did you manage to misunderstood me banning you from practicing with a sword with allowing you to do that to your legs?!"
Three days after Zombie changed his training regime, he was already in the farm house's kitchen getting his legs bandaged.
With just a few practice sessions he managed to basically skin himself alive.
"It's training, what can you do about it? I want results."
Zombie didn't even flinch while Papaya was putting more healing salve on his knees, shins, and heels of the feet, before bandaging it, while Laura was standing over him and shaking her head in disbelief.
"The world you need to learn, Zombie, is restraint. You cannot continue doing this to yourself!"
The woman exclaimed in agitation and pointed at the wounds that no three-year-old should ever have to suffer through.