110 Gift of spear

"Wake up!" the pathfinder shouted. While just his voice would suffice, he still kicked me in the gut for good measure. 

"I'm awake!" Faced with the brutal treatment, I was quick to assume my obedient self. The courtesy of my life on earth, something that I thought I had left behind already. 

"The sun is up already. We don't have the time for you to slack off," the man advised before moving on with his own things. 

I quickly gathered myself up. It was an easy task, given a complete lack of any possessions. I didn't even need to wash myself... simply because there was no way for me to do it.

"Here," the man rubbed his finger against his ring, only to materialize a simple spear. He then threw it towards me.

"Huh?" I only managed to utter a slight moan of surprise when my body automatically moved on to grab the spear.