Birthday

Noah slowly opened his eyes. He yawned for a few seconds and then slowly got out of bed.

He quickly put on some clothes and grabbed a stick, which looked like a sword.

He ran downstairs and said good morning to his mother. He closed the door behind him before his mother could even say good morning back.

Once he was outside, he started to practice with his wooden sword. He closed his eyes and imagined a vile looking Lasmorian soldier in front of him.

They both got in a stance. Noah looked at the soldier in front of him. The soldier was handling a long sword.

So Noah quickly dashed forward. Aiming his sword at the man's neck. The soldier sprang into action. He held his sword at an angle before the spot Noah aimed for.

Because of his speed, Noah couldn't change his stab into a swing, so his sword shot to the side, completely missing the soldier. Noah quickly pulled his sword back and tried to block the swing of the soldier.

Noah put his sword beside his shoulder. The longsword of the soldier hit his sword in the middle.

Noah felt his whole left arm becoming numb from the swing. 'damnit'

He quickly jumped back and started to circle around the soldier, who also did the same.

They we're both looking at every small movement their opponent made. After a few more seconds of circling around each other, Noah dashed forward again. He aimed at the soldiers neck for a second time.

But this time, Noah hadn't full extended his arm. It was still bent like a spring ready to lash out.

The soldier saw Noah doing the same thing like last time. So, instead of redirecting his opponents attack, he went in for his own attack.

The soldier swung his long sword in a horizontal matter. He wanted to decapitate his opponent.

Noah dashed under his opponents attack. And when he saw that the soldiers' whole right side was open his stabbed forward right in his armpit.

The sword smoothly penetrared the soldiers' flesh. Noah then quickly angled the sword more horizontally and stabbed between the soldiers' ribs as he saw that the soldiers sword was coming down on him.

The soldier obviously was in a lot of pain, but dying with your opponent was better than dying alone.

Noah let go of his sword and rolled to the side. This was a bit of a cowardly move, but living is better than dying.

His dad always said this, so Noah immediately took over this type of personality.

As he rolled, he saw that the soldiers sword came down on the ground just 6 inches away from him.

Noah quickly jumped back up now in a wrestlers stance. He slowly circled around the soldier, but he saw the soldier was quickly losing energy.

His sword had penatred the soldier's lungs. After a few more seconds of struggling, the soldier fell face forward on the ground.

Noah had won the battle. He closed his eyes again and said a prayer to the fallen soldier.

This was also a thing his dad had teached him. Respect every opponent even if they are your worst enemy.

The soldier then slowly faded away from Noah's sight.

He then looked at his clothes. They were completely drenched in sweat. 'damn I'll have to change them again'.

Noah then picked up his sword, which was lying down on the grass.

"Noah! Breakfast is ready!"

"I'm coming, mom!" Noah yelled back. Noah then started to walk back to the house.

Once he entered the house, he started to smell the scent of eggs mixed with bacon.

Noah's stomach started to grumble. He quickly ran to the dining table.

"Thank you for the the food mom," Noah exclaimed as he immediately digged in.

"it's nothing, son," his mother said. "I made some extra eggs with bacon just for your birthday," she said with a smile.

"hoh, I completely forgot mom, so only 3 more years until I can join the academy!"

'This little brat with his academy', his mother sighed "yes only 3 more years, and because it's your birthday, we have a gift for you."

'we?' Noah jumped up 'is dad returnin-.'

Just as he was about to finish his sentence, the door slowly opened.

"Dad!!" Noah ran away from the dining table to greet his dad.

Once he was in the hallway, he saw the man he looked up to the most, his father. He jumped up and gave him a big hug. "Welcome back, dad."

"it's good to see you, son, and it's also good to see you, Olivia."

Olivia looked at her husband. 'he looks older again', "it's also good to see you, Derrick." she said with a smile. She then also joined in on the hug.

After hugging for a few seconds, they let go. "Son sinds it is you're 9th birthday I have a gift for you that we made."

Noah looked with excited eyes at his dad and mother.

His dad then pulled out something wrapped up in a white cloth. And gave it to Noah.

Noah took the gift wrapped in white cloth and felt that it was heavy.

He quickly unwrapped it and saw that it was a wooden sword carved out of a beautiful type of wood.

"Wow" was the only thing that escaped through his lips.

He quickly gave his dad an mother a hug and ran outside.

He wanted to test his new sword.

Noah started to swing with his sword. 'This is way heavier than my other sword!'

He then started to move with his sword and was completely engrossed by its new beauty.

Derrick and Olivia looked through the window at their excited kid. They both sighed. Derrick then started to speak. "The war is becoming more and more vile. They even used a beast master in their last attack."

Olivia looked with worried eyes at her husband.

Beast masters were a really scary opponent if they had a high-ranking beast.

"What rank beast did they have?" Olivia asked

" 3 rank b's"

Olivia looked with shocked eyes at her husband. "How did you all escape?"

"Well, only 30 of my men survived out of the 400, and then our side evantually sent out a rank 4 knight. He killed 1 b rank beast, and then the beast master retreated."

"I'll probably have to fight on the main front because of this."

Olivia looked at her husband. She was shaking a little bit. "Please be safe when you're fighting there."

"I will, but I still get to spend one week with you two, so I'll make the most of it. "