Chapter 013 | double offensive

With a firm step, I walked through the plaza. Today there doesn't seem to be as many people as there was yesterday. Yesterday was probably a public holiday or something like that.

My curiosity won't leave me alone. I want to know what kind of weapon the blacksmith made for me. A lance, a great sword, or something quirky like an overly large shield?

As I played with my thoughts, I had already reached the forge without really knowing it. Graham was the person who pulled me out of my dreams.

"Hello Paul" he greeted me. The tall man didn't give me a chance to say hello to him as he turned around and disappeared into the forge.

There were only three of us in the house. Graham the blacksmith and me.

The blacksmith looked at me and asked, "What was your name again?"

"Paul Hatcher"

,, Oh yeah, the boy with the last name. Wait a moment and I'll get your order ''

The man disappeared into the back room. The way he was walking was very awkward and frail. It reminded me a lot of the way many people of my village walked.

After a short time, the blacksmith came back. He was holding a box in his hand. She was half a meter tall. The man found it very difficult to carry the box. When Graham stepped forward to help the forge, he turned him away.

"You don't need to help me, Graham. It is a blacksmith's honor to carry the tool himself ''

The old man put the box on the table in front of us. He opened it and it was

Or should I say they were?

There were two small swords in the box!

They were shorter than a normal sword. One of the swords had a curved blade, while the other sword was straight and therefore longer. Both shone with a bright white glow.

Just like the swords, my eyes shone too. I didn't really want to show it, but I was bursting with joy.

Graham put 3 gold coins on the table and repacked the swords. Then he escorted me out of the barn. We stopped at a fountain in the middle of the plaza.

"You wait here, I have to quickly do something, before we can train"

Graham turned and walked from the plaza. But I stopped him.

"Graham? Thank you for everything''

my trainer turned to me briefly and said:

,, You're welcome''

Then he turned around again and disappeared into the crowd.

I waited for around 18 minutes and Graham still didn't come back. I began to suspect that something might have happened to him.

"Heyyy you there, you seem to be a recruit too!"

Suddenly I heard a voice. I located it behind me. When I turned around I saw a boy. He was about half a head taller than me.

Noticeably many parts of his body were covered with bandages and band aid.

"What's your name?" He asks me spitefully

His crumbling and cracked skin could be seen between the many bandages. It looked very unhealthy. As if it were falling apart.

,, Heyyy, do you hear me badly? What is your name?

The boy came closer to me.

"Oh, I guess I was lost in thought, I'm sorry, my name is Paul Hatcher. What is your name?''

"You don't seem to be deaf, so make a careful note of mine, because I will be the person who will inflict you infinite pain If you don't look out!" The name to be afraid of is Casper. Do you hear! The recruitment only takes place annually! Only the best are taken. There is no place here for weaklings. Do you understand? You better not disappoint me! ''

When I was about to give my opinion to this nasty guy, I heard Graham's deep steps behind me. I turned to him briefly to see what was taking him so long. But I could only see the roots of his hair as the crowd of people covered the rest of his body.

But when I turned back to Casper, he was gone. As if he never existed.

Graham called me from one side of the well:

"Paul, I brought someone with me"