They quickly became comfortable with each other, and as long as they didn't make a loud racket, no one came to scold them.
Under the combined pressure from the other two, the werewolf, Fallen, shared the origin of his nickname.
In the village where the Fallen family resided, heroes emerged with each generation, and in the previous generation,
a werewolf had even risen to the rank of a high-ranking military officer, which was unimaginable at the time.
Therefore, the village where Fallen was from held considerable prestige among the local werewolf tribes.
Fallen's father was a prominent figure in the tribe, and he was the youngest child in his family,
which, coupled with his gentle nature, made him the most cherished by his family.
Growing up in such an environment, Fallen did not exhibit the fierce and resilient character typically associated with werewolves;
instead, he often engaged in "foolish" acts such as giving to impoverished werewolves, which were seen as disregarding the distinctions of rank.
As a result, the children of other prominent werewolf families referred to him as "the Fallen one."
In order not to bring shame to his family because of himself, he resolutely joined the army along with other young men from his village.
He intended to use his years in the military to hone his will and character.
However, on the very first day of boot camp, the nickname "the Fallen one" echoed throughout the training camp.
The detestable officer, upon learning of it, persistently called him "Fallen" and presumptuously entered this name into the roster.
A classic miscarriage of justice.
"No worries, no worries at all," the naturally cheerful Blazing Paradise comforted him, saying:
"Once you've achieved military honors, the army will bestow upon you a prestigious title, and no one will dare to call you Fallen anymore."
"Really?" The naive werewolf's eyes immediately lit up with a surprised look: "Is that really possible? Do I just need to achieve military honors?"
"Yes!" Blazing Paradise laughed, "As long as your contributions are significant enough, you can even call others Fallen if you want."
"I, I don't want to call others Fallen," the werewolf said shyly, blinking his big eyes, and his face turned red again as he spoke:
"As long as I'm not called Fallen anymore, I'll be very satisfied."
"But for now, we still have to call you that!" Wanderer said, "However, you can also take this name as motivation,
just like... just like how my father beating me up without any regard for the situation is the same kind of thing."
"Your father?"
"Yes, he would hit me whenever he was upset," Wanderer replied with a smile,
"Catch me where he could, and that's how I honed my footwork. But now that I've become a hero,
he can't just hit me at will. If he wants to hit me, he'll have to apply to the military department first."
The werewolf laughed.
With the persuasion of the two, the nickname "Fallen" for the werewolf was thus settled.
"Ah yah ah yah!" Wanderer lay sprawled on the carriage partition, making no attempt to hide the excitement in his eyes:
"What kind of strange names will the next people selected have? I'm really looking forward to it!"
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