The carriage swayed and jolted, heading towards another training ground for recruits.

Amid the gentle jostling of the carriage.

Blazing Paradise and Wanderer woke up one after the other, but they didn't feel much pain in their bodies.

It seemed that the kicks from the barbarian officer had been delivered with just the right amount of force.

In the carriage also sat a young werewolf, dressed in a worn-out set of recruit fatigues.

On his furry head were a pair of large, clear eyes. As the carriage swayed, his two erect ears twitched alertly.

Wanderer gave the werewolf a warm smile, as he knew it was this werewolf who had placed clothes under his head while he was unconscious,

a very considerate act.

However, the werewolf seemed a bit shy, or perhaps cautious!

He nodded in response to Wanderer's greeting, blushing, but his body subconsciously shrank back into a corner of the carriage.

Indeed, it was rare to see a werewolf blush.

Their faces were covered with a fine layer of downy hair, so a blush wouldn't usually show through unless it was quite intense.

Wanderer smiled again, knowing that the werewolf's caution and shyness were bound to be overcome by someone's warmth.

"Thank you, my good friend!" As expected, once Blazing Paradise understood the situation,

he immediately grasped the werewolf's paw... no, hand, he shook the werewolf's hand warmly: "My name is Blazing Paradise, what's yours?"

"Ah, ah." The werewolf was startled by Blazing Paradise's actions; he wanted to avoid it but couldn't,

and tried to pull his hand back but couldn't do that either.

After a long while, he responded in a gentle voice: "Hello, my name is Aliyugongmi Xidalu Can Beigekongtiwo Tuoaoputu..."

A long string of unfamiliar, awkward, and tongue-twisting pronunciations was uttered by the werewolf.

If one were to call out someone's name like that on the battlefield, the battle would be over before the name was even finished...

But without using the full name, members of other tribes might very well fight you over it,

which is the most fundamental reason why nicknames are popular in the military.

"This... I can't remember or pronounce that, but don't worry about it!"

Blazing Paradise's head was already spinning from the effort, "What's your nickname?"

The werewolf's cheeks turned even redder, and he lowered his eyes in embarrassment.

"Fallen." His voice was so soft that Blazing Paradise had to lean in to hear: "My nickname is Fallen."

"Fallen! Fallen?"

"His name is Fallen?" Blazing Paradise looked back at Wanderer,

then turned to look at the werewolf again, and burst into laughter.

Amidst Blazing Paradise's wildly unrestrained laughter, the werewolf's face had turned a deep purplish-red...

As he hung his head, idly picking at the carriage floor with his fingernail, two hands settled on his shoulders.

"No offense," Blazing Paradise was still laughing, his grin so wide it showed his white teeth: "I just think the nickname doesn't suit you.

We also have werewolf families back home, and they're quite brave!"

"Absolutely!"

"My name is Wanderer," the other chimed in, moving closer and putting his arm around the werewolf's shoulder:

"We're friends from now on, okay?"

"Mm-hmm!" The werewolf, seeing that their laughter held no malice, nodded happily, and the laughter of the three merged into one.

"Bang!" Someone outside knocked on the carriage with something, and the three quickly stifled their laughter,

sitting upright and not daring to move a muscle.