5. First Step

The old man's screams woke me up, I reluctantly got up and after changing my clothes I reached the deck where the old man was waiting for me.

"Pick one of these weapons," he said as he pointed at a pile of weapons.

I approached and began to look at the weapons There were of all kinds from swords to scythes, after observing for a while I chose a claymore sword Made of blue metal that reflected the rays of the sun.

To my disappointment the sword was bigger than me and I could not control it with my strength, I knew that this weapon was not for me, with a sigh I put it aside and returned to the pile of weapons.

Then I saw a gladius type sword, its handle was made from the bone of a beast and the blade was pale red without thinking twice I took it, I brandished it a bit although it was awkward I could get used to it, I think this was a good weapon.

When I raised the sword it was also big but it was not bigger than me, although it weighed a little I could still use it.

However "Swords are not your thing" the old man said.

"Why not? If I can use it look," I said as I brandished the sword from side to side.

"course and I'm a charming prince," the old man scoffed.

"Why do you want to use a sword?" he asked.

"Because heroes use swords," I replied quickly.

"Bicaisi hirois isi swirds" you think we are playing"

When I saw that he was to get angry, I didn't answer him.

"Today we are going to practice melee fights, maybe you still don't know how to use your magic but you can train your body, the stronger your body, the better your magic will be, this will be the first step to greatness"

"But yesterday you said that I should not force my seed to grow"

"Exactly, that's why today your weapon will be this" said the old man as he handed me a broom,

"For me to need a broom, I want a real weapon" I replied angrily.

"This may look like a broom but in reality it is not a broom, it is a weapon" answered the old man as he cut the broom's and turned it into a simple stick.

"It's the same nonsense, why you showed me so many weapons, if in the end you would give me a simple stick?"

"This stick is not simple" said the old man seriously, "it can be any weapon you want, a sword, a spear, a staff, a halberd, even a bow"

"How to hell can this be a bow, are you stupid" I couldn't help but get angry, this old bastard thinks I'm an idiot.

"You are the only stupid here! You have to understand that you can no longer continue to behave like a spoiled child, understand that now your future depends only on you, if you do not take this seriously I cannot do anything to help you."

The old man spat these words furiously, I just lowered my head impotently, I knew he was right but he cannot have more consideration, I am only 7 years old and I still don't know anything about the world, my eyes were wet.

"Dan, I'm sorry I screamed at you but you must understand it, your parents are no longer here and I'm already old, I can take care of you for a few years but I won't always be with you" sighed the old man

"That is why I have the responsibility to prepare you to face the world, I know that you think it is difficult and that I am unfair, but think that there are people who had it more difficult than you"

After listening to the old man I knew he was being immature, but what else could I do, I don't know anything, I grew up on the island and for as long as I can remember I was always reading stories of legendary heroes.

They were all powerful, I wanted to be like them but I knew that things would not be easy, tears began to flow down my cheeks.

"Dan, I know you want to get strong quickly but you must remember what I told you in the coliseum, all people is different.

In the end it does not matter which weapon you choose, the important thing is that that weapon suits you"

"Dan, you are the one who creates his own path, but if you try to copy others the result will be a life of mediocrity, your path, your magic and the weapon you choose will be determined by you, will be your flesh your blood and your tears the ones that will open that path, think about that before continuing "after saying that, the old man sat on the deck while closing his eyes.

After listening to what Grandpa said, I wipe away my tears, I took the stick and started to move it like a sword after trying for a while, I turned the stick into a spear while piercing the air and moving it in circles.

The stick later turned into an ax, into a halberd, into a scythe, into all kinds of weapons, but no matter how I try I can't make the stick into a damn bow.

After practicing with all the weapons that I could think of for more than three hours I stopped, managed to understand a little what the old man said. and i looked at the old man who was now watching me closely.

"Old man, I want to try something, I think I need a longer stick," I said.

He just nodded as he took out a wooden staff from his ring, it was two meters long and finely carved, it totally symmetrical.

I took the cane in half and started to get used to its size and weight, I started to try the style that best suited me and just when I was happy with the results, the old man pulled out a smaller cane and gripped it like a sword.

Before react the old man could to stab him at me, I instinctively rotated my cane to hit his as I retreated a few steps, after backing up I rotated my body 360 degrees to hit the cane toward the old man's face.

The old achievement dodged and stabbed at my chest. I quickly rotated the staff up in my hands to deflect the blow, by deflecting the sword, aim at his chest but the old man dodged with a twist as he struck the sword at my ribs, desperately raised the cane to block the blow but the old man changed direction towards my neck to stop just before hitting me.

I let out a sigh and look at the cane, I couldn't believe what I did, look at the old man and he looked at me with a smile.

"Well done, you already found a way to fight, remember this you must always let your potential flow, let it grow you must not adapt to a weapon, the weapon must adapt to you, keep practicing until you perfect your fighting style, when you think that the time has come we will find a suitable weapon for you "

Listening to the old man I understand many things, if I live trying to adapt to what others do, to other training methods, I cannot bring out my true potential.

I took the cane one more time and started to move it but this time I was more focused, I knew this was the first step to start walking my own path

The time passed and without realizing and the old man called me to go out to eat, I took a bath to remove the sweat and change my clothes, I went down to the port to meet the old man.

At the port I saw a familiar figure talking to the old man. It was the beastman of the bear race. His name was Vedmid and he was the doctor of the crew, when he saw me he greeted me and kept talking to the old man about something, he seemed worried about something.

After finishing speaking, Mr. Vedmid said goodbye to the grandfather and was lost among the people, the grandfather observed the direction in which he disappeared.

"Something happened," I asked the old man.

"Nothing to worry about," said the old man, pretending to smile.

"Let's eat I'm so hungry I could eat a whale" said the old man trying to hide his concern, I just nodded and we started walking towards the port.