Roman walked out of his room, yawning like there was no tomorrow. It was midday and he had already slept five time, he didn't earn the title 'Sloth King' for no reason. His long sleep made him feel rusty, like he hadn't been in a fight for a long time. He knew he needed exercise as there was a new threat plaguing the five nations. He put on his clothings and sheathed his sword, strapping the scabbard onto his back and his hunting knife in the pouch resting behind his back, just above the waist. He cracked in neck as he headed for the forest at the outskirts of his village.
'It's time to shake off some rust' Roman said as he charged into the woods.
Five minutes later and Roman was slumped on the floor panting. He was so tired.
'An old woman could probably run longer than that without getting tired.'
Roman thought.
'I need to work hard on myself.'
Just then, a pack of wolves wandered into the woods where Roman was resting. They encircled him in a tight formation such that there was nowhere to run.
'No. No. No.' Roman muttered. 'I still have a lot of things I want to o with my life, I can't die here. Not at the hands of wolves.'
Suddenly, one of the wolves charged at Roman.
Roman instinctively pulled his hunting knife from behind him and raised the blade up, pointing forward.
The wolf ran straight into the blade but it's weight crushed Roman to the floor.
'Oh. My new clothes are stained with blood, i'll have to wash again. What a drag.'
The remaining wolves snarled angrily at Roman as if to say. 'Now, you've done it. We're gonna kill you dead.'
Roman crawled on the floor, scared shitless.
'Help me. Somebody!.' He cried.
The other wolves suddenly charged towards Roman with bloodlust.
The sound of metal piercing through flesh rented the air and the slumping of one of the wolves made the other stop in their tracks, looking for the new enemy.
Apparently, a long spear had pierced through the hide of one of the wolves. Roman looked up to see a man walk up towards him.
'Acey! Nice of you to show up' Roman called out.
The older man named Acey smirked as he walked towards Roman and helped him onto his feet.
'Roman. You're really rusty.' Acey said. 'I will help you this time.'
Acey said as both he and Roman turned their back to each other, each with a sword in the hand.
Moments later and both Roman and Acey walked back to the village of Cidah, their hometown dragging the bodies of the dead wolces on a make shift raft.
Cidah was a rather small village but they were peaceful and prosperous, having large farm lands enough to feed the whole village an a small but strong army force that could protect the village from the occasional bandits that try to raid the village.
'You've really improved your skills with the sword. Your foot work is better than i remember.' Acey remarked.
'Yeah, I've had some practice since you left.' Roman said smiling.
'Say, where have you been all this while, Acey.' Roman asked the elder man who was his friend and mentor.
'I was sent to gather some information by the village chief. On my way, I saw many differnt villages.' Acey said.
'Will you tell me about all these many villages?' Roman asked, interested in the elder man's tale.
'I'll tell you about my adventures later. Right now, I have to report to the village chief and then get some rest.' Acey said. 'Ask one of the other kids to help you with the wolves.'
Acey vanished into an alleyway, taking a different part from Roman who was welcome back into the village by many of the kids in the village. He told them he had help from a senior warrior of the village. Despite that, everyone was impressed and happy as they helped in carrying the carcass to the butcher's house to be shared amongst the villagers.
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