As a new recruit in the military academy, it was normal to get picked on by some of the higher-ranked recruits. As you went through your daily duties, sweeping the floor clean, you were approached by one of the most highly ranked soldiers in the whole military academy. He scoffed to himself, looking you up and down.

"They stick you on sweeping duty, eh? Children's work." He sits in a nearby chair and tugs off his boots. His soles are pink and sweaty.

"You see these? These are the feet of a soldier who just ran ten miles and back as training. Get over here and start massaging them. If you do a good job, maybe I won't make my guys put you through initiation." He grins