GERMAN REICH,1942

Friedrich is in a boxing match. He had a bloody bruise on his face. He was softly grunting a little bit. His blonde hair,cold blue eyes,and light skin,perfect Nordic boy in Napola. His team mates or class mates (idk) is cheering for him in German.He sighs and a throws a punch which the other opponent was knocked on the ground. Friedrich stares at the opponent,thinking if he should finish it off,a few seconds later he punches it and finishes it. Cheers so loud you can hear them outside the room

Friedrich groans a bit. His coach smiles,and cheered ”Friedrich, deine Fähigkeiten im Ring zufriedenstellend! Weiter so, Junge!” Friedrich smiled,his eyes twinkled with joy and pride. After all,he won.He was the winner,fair n square