Mocking Tradition.

"No way." He thought as his hand sagged due to the weight of the spear. It was at least 50kg, almost half of his total body weight. It had only caught him by surprise, soon he was able to adjust to it but he couldn't deny that it is very heavy and most importantly it made him off-balance. So he glared at SQUARESKULL as if to say, 'How am I supposed to wield this?'

SQUARESKULL might still be messing with him and he wasn't about to take any more of it.

"This is the training spear that everyone uses for their first training regimen. You seem capable enough. Follow me then."  SQUARESKULL said, then he finally stepped down from his lofty seat on his spear.