Chapter 2 The Dark Workshop
After a while of walking, I arrived at my house, outside were the skins from today's hunt, the common thing is that every week my father sells them in the center of the village. A steady income since my sister took the reins of the hunt."Oz is here!" my sister shouted in a voice that scared the birds, I assumed they had been waiting for my arrival to see if I got a job.
Dinner was served, by the looks of it, my sister in her frustration of the morning, hunted several horned rabbits. Their meat was good when young, but apparently anger got the best of my sister, and there were only rabbits with a sour taste.
"How did it go with your Uncle Oz?" Mother was cleaning the fur off the carcasses, while my sister had an anguished look on her face.
"Well, it might just be helping him wake up and organize the workshop a bit."
"That sounds like Miles, haha. Still no sleep all day?"
"Honey don't be like that, he's your brother."
"Don't worry Lean, Oz knows what I mean."
"Hehe... Yes." In order to finish dinner faster, I humored my dad, so after finishing my plate and discussing a few more things about what I was going to do in the workshop, I headed to my room.
Closing the door I put on my night clothes, which were a loose shirt and pants, and after I was comfortable I went to the edge of my bed and lifted a board from underneath.
What I could see under the board was the notebook my grandfather left behind, which had all the stories he had once told me. I flipped through its pages until I got to the point I wanted.
On the first line it said [The soldier with two swords], it was the fourth story in the notebook. When Grandpa passed away, I didn't know who to talk to talk to about the notebook, but one day Uncle Miles told me that Grandpa left earlier than he anticipated, since he wanted to train me just like him.
It seemed that he wanted to help me instead of grandfather, and guide me with the help of stories, just as he had had to learn.
The reading of [The Soldier with Two Swords] began with a battle in a forest, in which a soldier of the regiment of knights was able to use two swords as a method of attack and defense.
The reading of [The Soldier with Two Swords] began with a battle in a forest, in which a soldier of the regiment of knights was able to use two swords as a method of attack and defense.
[The Soldier with Two Swords]
The straggling soldier only wanted to return to his family, he was not from a noble house, or a favorable business, he was just a family man who wanted to survive.
However, he had a responsibility to the place where he lived, he could not let them take resources from the land. It was the fourth day of fighting, they were cornered at the border and the soldier was helping with the wounded.
"Shit, resist a little, the doctor is coming!" shouted the soldier to his wounded companion, he did not know him but like him, he wanted to live for his family, he could not leave him like that; but destiny is cruel and his companion did not survive the night.
Before leaving the tent, he held the sword of the deceased in his left hand, while he went out with two weapons in his hands. Something impractical in an endurance fight like that.
However, he had a responsibility to the place where he lived, he could not let them take resources from the land. It was the fourth day of fighting, they were cornered at the border and the soldier was helping with the wounded.
"Shit, resist a little, the doctor is coming!" shouted the soldier to his wounded companion, he did not know him but like him, he wanted to live for his family, he could not leave him like that; but destiny is cruel and his companion did not survive the night.
Before leaving the tent, he held the sword of the deceased in his left hand, while he went out with two weapons in his hands. Something impractical in an endurance fight like that.
He headed into the forest without regard for the warnings of his other companions, the others already considered the fight a lost cause.
When he reached a clearing in the forest he could hear nothing but the wind, but even so his body moved as he cut an arrow, he continued to advance while he let out a shout that suddenly frightened the archers stationed in the forest.
As he approached the source of the arrow, he increased his speed and threw thrusts with his dominant hand and with his other hand, the sword was upside down but he used it to defend himself, his agile movements were subtle but hid strength behind them.
After the noise died down, the soldier was able to finish off the enemy archers, and before he could rest he put both swords in defense and avoided being cut from above by another enemy.
His energies were almost exhausted, but he defended himself from the endless thrusts of the new enemy, he used both blades to move the enemy at will, he guided him and threw stabs at every opportunity he had, there was no better way to describe his movements than a dance.
When he managed to deliver the killing blow, he collapsed from exhaustion and stared up at the sky, it was a starry night and the clouds were rolling in before the forest.
When he reached a clearing in the forest he could hear nothing but the wind, but even so his body moved as he cut an arrow, he continued to advance while he let out a shout that suddenly frightened the archers stationed in the forest.
As he approached the source of the arrow, he increased his speed and threw thrusts with his dominant hand and with his other hand, the sword was upside down but he used it to defend himself, his agile movements were subtle but hid strength behind them.
After the noise died down, the soldier was able to finish off the enemy archers, and before he could rest he put both swords in defense and avoided being cut from above by another enemy.
His energies were almost exhausted, but he defended himself from the endless thrusts of the new enemy, he used both blades to move the enemy at will, he guided him and threw stabs at every opportunity he had, there was no better way to describe his movements than a dance.
When he managed to deliver the killing blow, he collapsed from exhaustion and stared up at the sky, it was a starry night and the clouds were rolling in before the forest.
The story reminded me of a phrase my grandfather used to say, "Make the enemy give up by seeing the difference in power in your techniques."
At the end of the story, it recounted how to 'dance' with the swords in order to take down or finish an enemy, as well as something I didn't understand, which was to perceive attacks, which was necessary when someone fight without using a shield or protection.
After I finished reading the story, I closed the notebook and returned it to the board under the bed.
'What will Uncle Miles have prepared for this?' I asked myself as I lay down preparing to close my eyes.
At the end of the story, it recounted how to 'dance' with the swords in order to take down or finish an enemy, as well as something I didn't understand, which was to perceive attacks, which was necessary when someone fight without using a shield or protection.
After I finished reading the story, I closed the notebook and returned it to the board under the bed.
'What will Uncle Miles have prepared for this?' I asked myself as I lay down preparing to close my eyes.
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