Chances to Another Life

25. This is What the Poor Smells Like

I roughly wipe the sweat from my temples. My eyes were still sleepy from only a few hours of sleep until the bell rang at seven o'clock to wake the cadets up for training.

I had now completed a gentle flight around the barracks grounds with my sweet and cheerful Pegasus. We were instructed to become experts in Pegasus riding, without tips or supervision.

Of course, many cadets fell and were almost trampled by other Pegasus because they weren't proficient. As for me, Peace was fortunately easy to work with. Riding a Pegasus was no different than riding a normal horse, in fact, it was easier and faster because these creatures could fly.

As I looked up at the clouds swirling in the clear sky, Peace whinnied repeatedly and spread its wings as if ready to meet the sky. However, I quickly pulled back the reins as the military hadn't allowed us to fly far yet.

I must have felt strange in this situation. When I looked around, all I could see were a few patrolling soldiers who didn't even