Undertake

Night. The full moon shines brightly in the middle of the darkness.

At the bank of the stream, figures of Terrell and Eirwyn formed from the particles of bright white light.

"Woo! I'm tired. I want to sleep." Eirwyn yawned. As he covered his mouth, he felt his hand was heavy.

He almost cut his own face with the sharp edge of Wren's sword.

"Hahaha!" Eirwyn freaked out. He laughed out loud.

"Why are you laughing suddenly? Are you crazy?" Terrell was perturbed as he looked at Eirwyn.

"Look!" Eirwyn showed his sword to Terrell.

A window appeared in front of Terrell.

'Cling!'

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ー 〔 Wren's Sæbø 〕 ー

〖 Type 〗Melee, Bladed Weapon

〖 Rarity 〗Mythical

〖 Weight 〗2.2 kilograms

〖 Sharpness 〗65

〖 Hardness 〗60

〖 Length 〗95 centimeters

〖 Durability 〗

〔 97/100 〕

〖 Abilities 〗

〔 Prowress +15 〕

〔 Dexterity +15 〕

〔 Acumen +15 〕

〖 Description 〗

One-handed, double-edged sword.

Unique

Wren's exclusive reward for a skillful and remarkable swordsman.

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"I see! So you have Wren's swo..." Terrell nodded but paused as he realizes something.

"Did you not see the halberd on your hand? You are really insensible! Tsk tsk." Eirwyn shook his head as he goaded Terrell.

"Oh! We forgot to return the weapons to Wren." Terrell just found out the halberd on his hand.

"No. Wren forgot to get it back from us!" Eirwyn contradicted.

"Why can't we return these to Wren instead?" Terrell opposed.

"Nah, didn't you want to have an easy start?" Eirwyn countered back with a question.

"I do but..." Terrell was hesitant.

"If you want to return it, then do it. I won't stop you." Eirwyn walked while he waved his hand.

"..." Terrell stood still and looked at Eirwyn but speechless.

Seeing Terrell didn't reply, Eirwyn left. He went to their home to sleep.

Terrell looked up to the sky and he stared at the full moon.

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Eirwyn entered his own room and fixed his bed. He shook off the dust from the shabby mattress with his old blanket. He tied the mosquito net on the hooks attached to the sawali, or bamboo split woven walls, and he tucked it under his bed.

He closed the wide open awning bamboo window supported by a bamboo rod.

The moonlight passes through the small gaps of the bamboo window.

Eirwyn raised the mosquito net and crawled inside his bed. He lay down looking at the anahaw thatched roof.

He activated his Anima and opened 'Techniques'.

'Cling!'

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ー 〔 Techniques 〕 ー

〖 Swordsmanship 〗

〖 Modern Eskrima 〗

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Eirwyn placed his right arm on his forehead. He glared at 'Modern Eskrima' displayed on the window.

Eirwyn smiled bitterly. He was anguished.

"This is too cruel. There are a lot of martial arts in the world. Why this game gave me this. Tsk." Eirwyn felt his chest was tight. He touched the scars on his arms, he remembered the pain. A tear fell from his left eye.

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Outside the nipa hut.

A hammock was tied to coconut trees. On the trunk of a coconut tree, a halberd rested upon it.

Terrell can't sleep. He lay down on the hammock, bathing the moonlight.

Terrell was contemplating about the past occurrences as he swung himself on the hammock.

He halted. The hammock gradually stopped at rest.

Terrell stood up. He held the haft of the halberd and walked towards a coconut tree far from his house.

He gripped the halberd tightly. He inhaled the clean cold air, and he can see his own breath as he exhaled.

Terrell took a stance. His right hand gripped the base of haft while his left hand supported the middle of the haft.

He burst forth and thrust the halberd. The trunk of the tree had shaken. Several coconuts fell off from above.

Terrell quickly reacted. He stepped back thrice, he shifted his hands on the haft of the halberd. His right hand grasped on the upper haft, while the left on the lower haft.

He activated his skill, Flurry. His halberd became lighter.

He closed his eyes and he strengthens his concentration on his other senses.

The sense of hearing. He heard the rushing sound in the air from the rapid motion of the falling coconut.

The sense of touch. He felt the airstream circulating from the surroundings on his skin.

The sense of smell. He smells the sweet aroma of the tropical coconut.

As the coconuts began to get closer. He opened his eyes. Terrell began to take action.

With Terrell's strength, he swung his halberd with only his right hand, slicing the coconuts smoothly without using unnecessary movements using the axe of the halberd.

The coconuts were sundered one by one while falling down. The juices were spilled. What a waste.

The long reach of the halberd and the swiftness and smoothness of Terrell's technique didn't allow the coconuts to touch the ground.

'Cling!'

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You had gained 2 halberd weapon mastery points.

You had gained 10 technique mastery for Imperial Tempest Dragon Rends The Ether.

You had gained 3 skill proficiency points for Flurry.

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Terrell felt elated but he was exhausted. He panted and rested for a while.

"I guess I'll start to do to training from now on." Terrell yawned, he was sleepy.

'Kak kak kraack crack!'

The trunk of the coconut tree cracked. The tree split into two and fell. It hit the ground hard.

'Bang!'

The crash resonated on the tranquil woods in the middle of the night.

"Oops." Terrell was surprised. He unintentionally cut down the tree.