Just like that, three weeks passed quickly, and without anyone noticing, the training camp was about to end. During that time, Sheva had done almost everything to train those three teenagers, even calling a favor from some people to help him guide them all.
For Nayaka, Sheva decided to train the boy personally. The boy's problem was the same as it was for him a few months ago, so he had a way to guide the boy to get through this predicament. Hell, he even doubled down by using a physical punishment, even though it was just a light slap on the wrist with a plastic ruler.
"You don't know this, Devi, but I really suffered under Brother Sheva's guidance!" Nayaka groaned, venting out his grievance.
"It is just a light slap, right? It doesn't even leave any trace in your hand." Devi smiled amusedly as she listened to the boy's whining.
"It is easy for you to say that, but you don't know how many times he hit me." The boy grumbled grumpily.
