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My mother enrolled me in school when I reached the age of 6.

I learned how to read and write there, as well as history and arithmetic, though its easy. It's like basic math for kids on earth.

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Every time my mom comes home, she always brings something with her.

She said Grandpa Beard gave it to us.

He sometimes gave me some toys, but I reluctantly refused and said I wanted something I could use for training instead.

Mom and Grandpa Beard laughed and teased me after that.

Mom told Grandpa Beard that I want to grow healthy and strong, so I always exercise or train.

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When I get much older, Grandpa Beard often sends me wooden staffs or wooden swords. Well, I'm very thankful.

He gave me a variety of weapons and taught me how to use them.

He pretty much trained me himself because he liked my determination and eagerness to learn.

He's quite scary when he trains me, and he's strict.

But I wonder just who this grandfather beard is; no, just who is Mr. Brokk?

After school, while I was on my way to his shop, some soldiers who looked like they came from the palace came out of the shop. Their armor is different from that of the usual soldiers that patrol the market. 

It is more detailed, has some gold lining, and has the brand of the royal guards.

I entered the shop; the atmosphere is awkward.

I played at the corner of the shop. What I mean by "playing" is looking at the weapons and armor on display in the shop.

It mesmerizes me how someone can make them by hammering nonstop. It's a pity he doesn't make those anymore.

My stomach growls, and it breaks the ice in the shop.

I felt embarrassed.

Mom handed me some cookies she had on the counter.

Grandpa Beard started to talk, saying he had worked before in the palace and they wanted him to work there again.

Grandpa Beard strongly refused, saying he just wanted to retire here in his shop. tho he still uses his hammer, it's only for daily tools.

I eat while I listen to my mom and grandpa talk.

He really is a grandpa now; if you look at him, his hair is all white, and his skin is a bit wrinkled. He looks tired too. I don't know how old he is, but Mom says he's twice as old as Mom, or maybe three times as old...

We went home early after that.