Servant of the Axe - Tournament at Neo Esteban

Chapter Type:  Mild Conflicts (Contests), Slice of Life

One would think that having a bum leg would keep one from participating in a tournament's contests.  That perhaps one's female companions, being the gentler gender, would be compassionate, and not drag one at sprinting paces down every road in Neo Esteban.

"C'mon, slowpoke!" Kismet urged, making a decent attempt at tearing my arm off.

"My fatigue meter is limited to my health." I reminded her.

"So, whip up some healing magic." She said.

Tarantula looked impressed.  "Can you do that?  Heal without the full ritual?"

"Not yet." I said.  "It doesn't stop her or Madonna from asking that of me."

Gamilla got to sleep in, why was I needed here?  It wasn't like I had any coin.

I discovered the truth of the matter before lunch of that first day.

A child was crying over her toy, broken by a jealous brother.

Kismet shoved me toward her.  I looked at her over my shoulder.