The sun was blazing, and the wind had died down. And there he was, happily rested on a chair, his long legs crossed, resting on his your back, who had been chastised for performing 200 push-ups on the wide field.

His lips blasted a jet of smoke from his cigarette, clearly amused. "I don't like people disobeying me," he said in a cold tone, putting more weight on his legs behind your back on purpose.

He was well-known for his stern and infamous method of training troubled individuals like you.