Field Marshall Chan grinned widely as he watched Lisa's physical training with her friends in the training grounds within their home.
He loved and admired the fighting spirit of his daughter. Too bad she was born a girl…
He initially wanted a boy, someone to inherit the Chan's legacy and military power.
However, he was granted with a girl…
He and his wife tried so hard to make more babies in the hope for a boy but failed. They gave up after two miscarriages because the doctor had advised that it was no longer safe for Ester. Another pregnancy might compromise Ester's life.
He knew he spoiled his daughter a lot but what could he do, she's the only treasure he and his wife have. As long as they can, they will give her all that they can afford.
He was startled when his wife poked his side.
"Look at that grin of yours. Are you happy watching your daughter doing things like that? I still can't understand you two…" Mrs. Chan said as she watched Lisa too.
Then she sighed and continued, "She is so focused on getting admitted to Millitary School. I still think its inappropriate and not a wise choice. Look at her. She's struggling with simple exercises."
"The camp is the safest place hon. I'm there and monitor everything that goes inside… Besides, she will learn a lot in there. I know your worries… and trust me it will not come to that. I only want Lisa to gain experiences where she can learn and value life more and the importance of it." Mr. Chan explained as he looked at his daughter lovingly.
Of course he wouldn't let Lisa become a soldier but being trained as one was a good thing for her mentally, emotionally and most of all physically.
"Look at that… so frail…" Mr. Chan chuckled as he watched his daughter who was having a hard time with physical training.
"Yeah you're right. You're daughter will fail the physical test… definitely…" Mrs. Chan seconded as she suppressed her laughter watching how her daughter struggled.
Despite doing various awkward exercise moves, she still moved with poise.
'Poor guy,' she murmured as she shifted her gaze to the coach assigned to Lisa who had been scratching his head several times.
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"Drey just lift her up!" Lana shouted as she looked at Lisa's painful face as she tried to do the pull up. She was having a hard time raising her body with her arms as she grasped the bar with both palms.
The three of them had done it successfully where they were expected to raise their chin above the bar. However, Lisa couldn't raise herself even halfway.
Each of them had a custom workout plan based on their capabilities, the same applied to nutritional guidance and support based on their body types.
Toink!
Blag!
Lisa slumped on the ground. "Ouch," she muttered while she massaged her hips.
"No, don't help me. I'm fine," she said and got up on her feet quickly.
"If they can do it… I can also… without hesitation… do this," Lisa murmured with pouted lips.
'Why the heck does it look easier on television!' she complained silently.
She grabbed the bar and tried to pull herself up but ended up just hanging on the bar.
She saw Drey walk towards her to give her support so she shouted, "No Drey! Don't you dare! I can do it… Don't mind me and do what your coach has instructed you to do."
