Fa Ping (Femboy)

Ping awoke that morning, exhausted from day one. Training was hard. He had a delicate frame compared to the other men here and he felt so out of place. General User wasn't making it easy on him, either, what with all the extra pressure on him. The general seemed way too focused on Ping. It was infuriating. As he stumbled to breakfast, he barely looked together. Ping was bruised, cute up, and sore, but he was nothing if not trying. That must say something... Right? At least his father didn't have to be in these conditions. He was sure his poor father might keel over with a training regimen like this.