Friedrick was running in the darkness it was 4:00am and time to wake the young master. As per the norm John the Young Master was needing to be woke up. As his tasks required John to be awake earlier than the rest of the family, and get wild game the family’s breakfast and lunch. As for Friedrick he had to wake up and feed the horses bring the firewood and kindling and draw water for the cooks after which he had to wake the Young Master if he was not awake until 4am. Because of this Friedrick was now entering the main family house. He was now looking up towards John’s room seeing no light.

“Great.” Smirking, “he is still asleep,” Friedrick said in a low voice to nobody.  Friedrick turned toward the stairs and began to run up the stairs not any noise. Friedrick entered John’s room then scanned room carefully. He noticed John’s gear was not hung up except the sword and scabbard behind the door. Friedrick noticed John was still in the bed. Friedrick smiled maliciously then jumped into the air above the bed and aimed his right knee straight towards John’s stomach. As soon as he was committed to this action. What was supposed to be John turned into just an empty bed. When Friedrick landed John backhanded Friedrick across the chest launching him off the bed and back out the door.

“Shit too hard again,” John whispered 

Friedrick landed silently then disappeared down the stairs heading outside without making noise. Looking out the door John saw the afterimage of Friedrick running toward the front door. “Frick” quietly exclaimed then took chase after him. Thinking to himself, “I will get your ass today Friedrick.” Trying his best to run whilst being silent John grabbed his heavy two handed long sword and took off after Friedrick. Wearing heavy leathers and heavy boots and his Targe. After chasing after Friedrick down the stairs and stepping out the door. John gets struck by a rock in the side of the head. John muffles a scream then turns and sees Master.

“Are you trying to wake up everyone dumbass,” Master says while stretching and turning around on his formed boulder.

“Master, why I am only trying to get revenge Friedrick almost kneed me in the gut whilst still in bed.” John said

“Hmm, I did not hear anything. However, I do believe you said “almost,” not “did”,” Master said, “Doesn’t that mean you were not hit?”

“No. I was already awake and dressed.” Said John

“Then why were you not already down here?” Asked Master

“So, I can get Friedrick good;” John said

Friedrick stepped out from around back. Friedrick asked, “Right that is why you let your Targe showed sticking out of your bed, were you just cuddling your Targe like a girl?”

“Hah, at least I know how to handle a girl, unlike someone who keeps showing up in my bed.” Countered John

“ John that was a desperate attack,” Master said

“Really? I know one way to find out.” John said whilst locking in his scabbard and prepping for hunting. Smirking at Friedrick “Let’s find out who is right.”

“If that is what you wish young master,” Friedrick concurred nods his head and without a twitch all expressions and some of the color leaves his face. At the same time his head comes back up a dagger shows up in his left hand and a curved scabbard pokes out from the cloak. Then turns and multiple after images steps down the steps towards the open practice field next to the wooded area were they constantly hunt for animals. John felt a small shiver go down his back but as soon as he felt it a wash follow it right down his back. “Fear” that was new did I do something or didn’t do something to anger Friedrick. “Well shit,” John whispered 

Friedrick stepped off from front porch with a quick step with an invertedly release of his Ki. Pulling 2 of his 24 daggers leaving his 4 Rondels the 14in knives in there place. Of course John did not know of Friedrick’s new choice of armament. This was since he returned from his private training with Master while John was in his tournament. “Yes, Young Master we can have a quick round before you have to go to school.” 

John jumped down pulling his two-handed sword out one handed and slid his Targe down in place. “You do realize I a 11yr old got 4th place against even 20 year old Squires they were almost Knights. What do you think a little man servant could do? We may be the same age but you have not got a single hit in any of our sparring matches.” 

Seeing that John was going to use his new sword in this skirmish he thought to himself well he is going easy on me. He still could not fully use the two-handed sword fully one handed before the tournament how would he use it fully now. It maybe a full month since the tournament and 6 weeks since the last skirmish they shared. He may learn and get stronger at extremely fast pace since Master in fused him with his elixir and gave him a strict regimen to follow for those 6 weeks. But how could that make a difference. A two-handed sword is still a yieldy sword for just one handed.

John seeing Friedrick’s doubting glare, John decided to put the “fear” back into Friedrick. So John spun the sword in his hand until it had enough momentum and let it loose up into the sky and caught it again one handed. Seeing that Friedrick mouth a gapped, John thought good enough now he knows the master’s training is not just good but better than even he knows. “Let us fight little man servant.” he smirked

Friedrick was watching as John threw up the sword and catch the sword with one hand. “Wow,” Friedrick thought, “I guess Master’s elixir was that awesome, or would it be the regiment. Nah, it couldn’t just one or the other, that must have been both. I wonder what was in the Elixir.”

“Oh, Friedrick don’t you remember?” Friedrick heard. Friedrick looked down seeing a smiling dandelion, “It’s the same stuff” 

“The same stuff?” Friedrick thought of a memory tried worming its way in all he could see for a split second was Master pouring something into a small boy’s mouth while saying “I hope this works or else.” Master seemed very much in distress The scene looked familiar but as Friedrick was about to try to recollect, where there was the whole scene ripped away with a sick laughter. Suddenly Friedrick realized he was unbalanced, in response Friedrick stepped back to regain his balance, without giving away any openings or weakness. Friedrick became confused but focused on John in front of him not knowing where that memory came from mentally he shook his head.

“Come on, John, so you learned how spin and catch a sword good for you, Young Master.” Friedrick said stepping back he then decided that two daggers were not the best choice he changed out the dagger in his right hand for one of his Rondels. “This will be our first since before YOU,” Friedrick caught himself and finished with a barely audible “left.” To try to cover up his outburst. Friedrick said, “Bring it.” while waving the dagger in his left hand at John.

John smiled pulling his shield in and tightened his grip on his sword hilt. While dashing toward Friedrick. “This should be fun I miss sparring with Friedrick since going off to that tournament.” Pushing the flat of the blade against his side. He set himself up for upward slash aiming to cleave Friedrick from groin to throat. Launching the blade upward. John watches as Friedrick pole vault over him and poke his bare steak knife into John's back. As soon as the tip touches back John counters with an elbow to the kidney. John uses just enough strength to cause Friedrick spot blood when he pees. “The fuck?” John thought to himself. John reach back and touched butter knife yelping in pain and pulled it from his right rump. " Friederick are you using mother’s fine china to duel me" John spits out witty. 

Seeing John dashing toward him. Friedrick froze for a second as he his vision distorted instead of seeing John he saw a furry four legged creature with an elongated snout with long sharp K9 teeth frothing drool pouring from its jowls with hunger in its eyes. As he recognized the creature he tensed up for a second then his vision cleared up and the creature was gone. Realizing what happened Friedrick adjusted his dagger into a defensive stance with the flat of the blade against his arm Friedrick shifted his blade downward to  pole vault himself up using John’s strength. In response to John’s upward swing. Friedrick decides to be coy and rub John’s back with his Rondel tip. Landing behind John, Friedrick says, “Damn, you have gotten a little stronger Young Master.” snarky whilst rubbing his right kidney shaking the tingling sensation from his right leg. Then throws a retaliating dagger into John’s annoyingly strong ass not paying attention to where it landed. While pulling another dagger leaving him 23 hidden about his body. Hearing John’s quip Friedrick retorts with, “You would be so lucky if I used such dull utensils.” 

“Heh, Master must have trained him while I was fulfilling the task Master gave him,” John took a low stance pointing his sword up into upward thrust aiming to split the hair on Friedrick's head. “This should force Friedrick to take this skirmish seriously.” John thought as he readied his next attack. Friedrick started showing off the sharpness of the dagger as he rubbed his arm with the edge of a dagger cutting off a lite amount of hair he had finally regrown. Wiping the blade Friedrick let his attention slip for a split second with slightly manic glee.

 Before launching the attack John saw Friedrick use the knife to shave some arm hair. "OH HO! Friedrick, I'm going to keep this steak knife to eat with" john piped up as he fired the attack at Friedrick's head. John realized that this would become an unfair attack. John rotated the blade mid-thrust to bring the flat of the blade down on his manservant's head. John watched as the flat of blade collides with Friedrick head knocking his manservant outta whatever revelry he was stuck in. John was a little slow on the drawback as Friedrick came out of the revelry and dashed forward grabbing at his leg and slipping himself between John legs implanting another steak knife in his other ass cheek. As Friedrick bounds off John's back. John followed through with a flat of blade in an attempt to collide into Friedrick whilst in mid jump sending him flying. 

Not realizing the mistake until it was too late Friedrick got literally knocked out of his memory by the flat of John’s blade to the top of his head. Trying to cover up the zoning Friedrick drops down and dashes forward grabbing John’s left leg and making a matching hole in John’s left ass cheek to match the right then kicking off John’s body. Whilst in mid air Friedrick felt the blade touch then he was sent flying. Resisting the urge to throw daggers at his Young Master. “Damn it, he definitely got stronger since last time,” Friedrick thought to himself. “However he is still way too slow to keep up. Let’s use that to put him down for good.” Catching himself just now he realized that was his Young Master that he was talking about. “I can’t do that. How could I even think like that? He is MY Young Master.”

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“What the Fuck Bambi? I asked for the beginning this doesn’t even look like the middle. Why do you always do this? Damn it Bambi,” Asked &@#%$ 

Friedrick looked around John was gone and he was standing in a blank room. Friedrick scanned the room trying to find the voice. “Where is he? Where is John? Give him back.” Friedrick scream. Friedrick kept scanning the room not seeing anyone at first, then a little John popped out then another and another. Two then three at a time, till there were 10 then 30 it seemed like there was no end. Friedrick was happy at first then he noticed they were not acting right. They were playing tag but every time a John slapped another the one doing the slapping would get bigger. When the John got to about the normal size of an 11yr old a wolf like creature appeared out of nowhere and ate the normal sized John. Then would expand like a balloon and explode into black smoke. Disappearing as fast as it appeared, when all of the sudden he heard.

“Gah, what the fuck. Why!? No that the wrong question. WHAT in the world is wrong with you?” &@#%$ asked, as soon as Friedrick began looking around. All the Johns that we’re still appearing ended, then the ones playing tag stopped and began to look around also. However, Friedrick still could not find the voice. While he was scanning again Friedrick started to hear what sounded like the specially built anti-lycan cannon which could fire a ball every 4 seconds. “POP, POP, POP, POP” looking down Friedrick saw several miniature wolf-like creatures chasing down and killing the little Johns.

“What’s going on? no John, Fuck, Fucking Ravenous wolves,” Friedrick Cried. He began trying to stomp on the wolf like creatures that he called “Ravenous wolves”. Each one he landed on screamed then pop with red smoke emitting from wherever he had landed.

*Whistling noise* *snap, snap, snap* “Come on, Bambi, focus up here. I asked for the beginning to stop wasting time.”