The Weapon

"Alrighty big fella, I got special permission for this so pick a weapon and I'll teach you to use it!"

I don't have the heart to tell Thurston I already know how to use half of these weapons. I'm a martial arts nut! Like, it was the only thing that actually gave me purpose. Even if there wasn't a point to learn them, since all I did was fist fights, it was still fun! Although, now its not for fun, its for survival...

Well, anything like a dagger or rapier is off the list, since I'm a bit huge to be using small, dexterity type weapons.

Hm...Ooo! That type of weapon would work!

I bounded over and picked up the weapon that caught my eye.

"Uhh...a spear? You sure you wanna use a spear big fella? Wouldn't you rather have a club or a sword? Don't you think it's Tacky?" Thurston said, with a very weird tone that I don't like very much.

Speaking of saying things, I weirdly have started to understand everything anyone has said to me, despite not having a high level Universal Speech. Which us weird, since comprehension is supposed to increase with it being leveled up, aswell as intellect. And, I'll be honest about myself here, even if I have 50 something intellect, I'm kind of dumb.

Also, piss of Thurston, I'll pick what I want! A spear is an amazing choice! I'm huge and using a sword shorter than a fucking buster sword will look ridiculous. I don't want a club because I'd like to not be a barbarian forever, and something like a great axe or buster sword would weight like a hundred pounds for me to actually wield it as it's meant to be. I can both stab and slash, and it has a ton of range! Also, weighs significantly less than my other options. Wait, did he just say tacky?

"Tacky?" I asked Thurston, questioning the mans sanity.

"Ah well...no one really uses spears, besides The Brave, Gorrum and other weirdos.." Thurston responded, now looking at me like I'm the crazy one.

Goddamn Gorrum! How negative of a reputation do you have to have to the point people don't even wanna use the same weapon as you? That's sad...and stupid! It's a perfectly viable weapon!

"Ah well, if you're seriously intent on using the spear, I guess I can teach you to use it, but I really don't have much skill with it." Thruston looked up at me, rubbing the back if his neck.

No issue there, I already know how to use this kind of spear anyways, its practically a lightweight halberd with the size of the blade.

The tip of this thing is about as long as a paper towel roll, and wide as one too. The pointed tip is obvious made for peircing, but the sword like blade is used for wide, sweeping slashes. Exactly what I want!

With these telephone pole like arms and superpowered muscles I can swing this thing as easy as a tree branch, so incorporating actually technique won't be too difficult.

"Alright big fella, lets get started!" Thruston said, picking up a much shorter, lighter spear. Although its javelin sized to me, its regular spear size for Thurston.

Alrighty, time to make him cry!

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"Goodbye my scholarly friends! I hope you enjoyed your time here in C Block!" I waved goodbye to the scholars, and immediately returned to my normal demeanor once they were gone.

Pompus bookworms! I hate that I even let them indoors, the weirdos. Those fools tried interviewing the Ripjaw! It barely can speak, and it hardly says anything worthwhile when it does.

Speaking of the beast, I hope Thurston started training it like I asked. But perhaps having Thurston watch over it wasn't the best idea, he's a bit unreliable when it comes to actual work outside of combat..

"Er...Muman, Sir?" One of my attendants spoke up from behind me, a fledgling with barely any face markings.

"Yes? What is it?"

"How come you allowed the scholars in here? I thought you hated scholars?"

"Ah that, well they're not normal scholars. They write a newspaper for nobles, so this was basically advertising to get nobles to come watch our fights."

Pesky nobles, all they're good for in this city is coin anyways! I've lived here for years and they don't help the public for shit! Well, they'll help my public image anwyays...hah! Better I get the fame than the pompous fools in A and B block.

Rodgeir was always vying for political power despite his mediocre intellect, it just goes to show his arrogance even further!

He's too young to realize the bigger picture, greedily sucking up to nobles and arrogantly speaking down to anyone else.

Actually, I wonder what the fool is up to?

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"Rodgeir, why are you bothering me?" The cold voice of the woman infront of me sent shivers down my spine, the beauty refusing to even turn away from what she was doing to look at me.

"W-Well Mistress, I wanted to ask if you were satisfied with the materials we provided you a-a few days ago." I stuttered out.

"Ah yes...Razak was it? An interesting subject. I'm actually more interested in what caused the damage, what did you call the beast again?"

"A uhm...Ripjaw."

Her head lifted, perked up for a moment before slouching back over. Once again returning to the horrifc acts upon the table.

"I see...a ripjaw? Interesting. Was it C or D block."

"C Block Mistress.."

"C block...Muman then? That tribal fellow was always good at finding talent. Perhaps I should steal his new pet away. What do you think, Rodgier? Should Mommy do her little boy a favor?"

"N-Now Mistress, I could never ask you to do something to expose yourself simply for my sake..."

Chills ran down my spine, cold beads of sweat forming in many places on my body. Almost sounding disappointed, she dismissed me.

"Hm, that will be all then. Leave."

"Of course Mistress."

I quickly left the underground chamber and sped walk up the stairs. It's too late to turn back now that I've involved that woman...