Friendship (Page 5)

I'am 7 years old as of today, during these past years nothing particuliar happened, I spent my time eating, spending time with granny and father, but today is a special day I'll finally will be allowed to train, and my coach will be none other than my renowned father!

Spending time in such a different place opened my eyes, it made me understand that without knowing how to defend yourself, you'll die, and you will not be able to protect others, but violance is not always the answer.

My father said to wait outside, is this where my training starts?

"Brynjar remember a sword is to defend yourself and others, understand?"

"Yes, father!"

I mean I don't plan to go swinging it at everyone, but father has a point.

He gave me a sword, and said to attack him, it was a wooden sword made to compliment my small build well, and it was heavier then it seemed.

I charged at my father and took a sweep only to be knocked down with a little push.

"Even if this is your first time holding a sword even if it's wooden, I won't go easy! Second, do not make yourself open while attacking try to do it with speed and precision."

After an hour of attacking and being knocked to the ground I was beat, it felt like my spirit has left my body, but as long as I keep going I'll get better!

My father sat down and tapped on the bench saying to sit down.

"Brynjar, you have grown up to be a charming and strong child who listens to his father..."

My fathers face was gloomy and his sharp strong eyes became sad.

"I have been putting it off to tell you, it's about your mother, you probably noticed that you don't have a mother, thats because she died while giving birth to you, but don't be sad and don't blame yourself..."

While my father was talking I felt sad, even tho I never knew her or even know how she looks, it felt empty not knowing motherly love, in my past life I didn't have any parents, nor anyone who loved me.

I didn't even notice how my eyes started to get wet and tears dripping along my face.

"Brynjar, it's alright."

My dad tightly hugged me, and I felt safe I don't think I ever had felt such a warm feeling.

"Her last words were that she loved you and wanted you to grow up strong and kind"

I quickly wiped my tears and smiled, even tho I never knew you, I hope shes watching over me, because you will still be the beat mom I ever had.

"Thanks dad, let's train some more!"

After getting all that sadness out of my system with some training I feel a little better.

After our training I was starving, thank god that granny can make feasts, her food not only does it look good it tastes even better!

As I was stuffing mu mouth a knock knock sounded on the door, who could it be? I quickly chewed and drank water and went to check it out with father.

"It's me, Bjorn."

That women's name is Astrid she comes by from time to time, but to be honest I think she has her eye on father, and I do not approve!

My father let her in and behing her stood a small figure.

"Come on, Arte, say hi to them."

Out of her silhouette came Arte, a timid looking boy, he's a year younger than me and does not talk much.

"H-hi chief and B-Brynjar."

Cute.

"Oh come on, Arte, call me uncle Bjorn."

My father has no image as a chief.

"Hi Arte!"

All things considered I would like to be friends with Arte he seems like a good kid, and afterall I don't have any friends.

After Granny, Astrid and Dad sat down to talk with some herb tea, I was stuck with Arte in an awkward silence standing infront of eachother.

"Amm, Arte, what do you wanna do?"

I was expecting a response, the key word is expecting. Silence wasn't broken.

Arte was looking around and my wooden sword caught his attention, it seemed like his eyes just lit up.

"Do you wanna practise with me?"

"...Yes..."

H-he responded! It feels like I accomplished an impossible task!

"Father can me and Arte go practice with the swords!?"

"Go ahead, but don't hurt yourselves too much."

Me and Arte went to play with swords stood infront eachother in stance, but I have never tought that a six year old could look so menacing, it's like his aura changed when he took up a sword.

We stood in silance, nor him, nor I attacked. And finally Arte made a move, I managed to black his attack, and hit him back, once again we are standing still, this time I attack!

I charged and attacked but he was able to black it, whats worse I got hit with a counter since when was Arte so strong.

I fell down and started breathing to ease up the pain, I was hit right into my belly I thought my dinner would come out.

"S-Sorry Brynjar..!!"

"Don't worry about it you were so cool, when did you start training the sword?"

"My father is a blacksmith and makes sword, and I see him and mother train alot, I like sword, especially watching my father make them!"

"Sneak attack!"

While Arte was not paying attention I quickly grappled him, now were both on the ground, guess I'm a sore loser.

"That's f-foul Brynjar!"

"Call me Bryn, sore loser!"

We both laughed and I felt like I made a friend.