The armor is curled up, with a charmingly naive pangolin in the middle, sleeping soundly. It is so different f…
The armor is curled up, with a charmingly naive pangolin in the middle, sleeping soundly.
It is so different from Swallow's other creations that the disciples look at each other in disbelief, unable to believe it is the work of that genius.
When it comes to the strength of armor and the sharpness of digging, the pangolin is supreme! The instructor's words caused a stir. Disciples responded enthusiastically, arguing from the relationship between the pangolin and the art of Mohist defense, to how its adorable shape could dishearten the enemy.
The pangolin, however, is oblivious to all this, curled up alone among a host of heavy shields and sharp weapons, just like its quiet owner.
It knows nothing of genius or ingenuity. It only knows that that day, a sleepy pangolin crawled past its owner's window. And then, from a boring piece of wood, it grew into its own shape.