The boy is still tightly grasping the sword even when fast asleep against the general's shoulder. The general gently taps the boy's cheek, and the boy mutters in his sleep. "General... I finally... won."
The general pauses. He suddenly realizes that, compared to the boy trying to improve every day, He himself has endured too many years and is used to stagnation.
"You will soon be better than everyone, and that will be only the beginning..."'
