"Do you have 'Might'?" Arok asked he had felt pressure from Sawyer earlier. He thought it was'Might' since he could put pressure on him.
Sawyer shook his head, "That's killing intent, I've killed a lot of people and it formed naturally."
Arok raised his eyebrow and nodded, he felt quite disappointed since he couldn't find someone who had 'Might' in here.
"Is there a way for you to test whether you have 'Might' or not?" Arok asked.
Sawyer shook his head, "No, my only information about 'Might' is very limited, I only knew there was a special school for people who have'Might' in the capital."
"Capital?" Arok thought he wanted to go there.
"Stop, don't go there," Sawyer suddenly said.
Arok felt strange but he decided to ask, "Why?"
"There are a lot of fucking nobles out there, we as the criminals will be caught and will be executed, it's very dangerous," Sawyer shook his head.
Arok shook his head, he was still young if he grew his hair no one would notice him if he was the members of this 'Bald Bandit', both of them started to talk to each other. He had to admit Sawyer-old man was quite a fun person.
They had a conversation and started to drink alcohol. They became drunk and slept there on the ground.
It was a fucking great night for both of them.
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"Ugh," Arok held his head, he felt a headache from having drunk too much of alcohol. He stood up and looked like Sawyer was still sleeping. He wanted to go back to his house, he needed to take a bath and started his training.
Arok took his machete, he couldn't find any way to awaken 'Might' and thinking too much was useless. It was better for him to spend his days to train his machete and body.
A machete could be regarded as a medium sword since it wasn't as long as a sword and not as short as a dagger. His machete looked a bit like a kukri from his past life. Its weight was around 1Kg and its length was 45 cm.
It was a perfect weapon for him since Arok wasn't that big, he was only 12 years old this year and his height was only around 160 cm.
Arok couldn't use a big weapon and his strength wasn't that big. His only strength was his speed, he needed to increase his speed and stamina.
A machete wasn't a very common weapon for the bandit but Arok could change it in the future so for him the weapon wasn't something special as long as it could be used to defend and attack someone it was fine.
Arok also found a lot of short knives in the previous village. He wanted to train his throwing knife skills. He knew there was a 50:50 chance for him to have'Might' rather than believed in uncertainty it was better to strengthen his body.
Sawyer also told him there was a useless 'Might', everything started from the body, and that was why Arok needed to train himself.
Arok trained with his weapon, both of his machete and throwing a knife. He had never thought about complicated thinking. As long as his weapon hit vital points of his enemies or killed them it was fine.
Many people were looking at him since Arok was working very hard training himself. Arok was probably the youngest member of this bandit group, that was why he became the little brother of everyone since the youngest one was working hard, what about the older one?
They were betting how long Arok could continue this regime of training. Their activities in headquarters were very limited, if they didn't fuck women, they would make an event such as betting.
Training wasn't even in their minds since they didn't know whether they would die now or tomorrow. It was better to have fun before they died.
Arok continued to train with his usual regime. He was running around the headquarters with rocks on his body. He also ran through the jungle since it could improve his stamina better.
Push up, sit-up, squats, and running, Arok did it every day until he felt bored. If there weren't any women in the headquarters, he would die in boredom. He also hunted some beasts to train himself.
Arok needed some supplement for his muscle training and the beast's meat was the best source. It could also be used as some fighting training since the beast was quite strong.
In this jungle, Arok didn't find any monster but there was a very big boar. He was quite afraid at first, he was hiding on the top of the tree when the boar was distracted. He jumped on top of it and stabbed his machete several times.
Eyes, neck, nose, Arok was desperate to kill this boar. He needed to kill it as soon as possible or else he would be killed.
Chris also helped him to spar. He used a big sword to fight since his body was quite big. They were fighting for a while but it was a draw.
Arok couldn't hurt him since Chris was very proficient in blocking any attacks using his big sword and Chris couldn't hurt him since he was moving very fast. He was really glad to have Chris as his best friend.
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Arok was training with his machete as usual until Chris came to him with an excited expression on his face.
Arok stopped and asked, "Chris, what's wrong?"
Chris was smiling at him and his bald head became even more shining, his teeth were also shining, it was very hard to look at him.
"Arok, there is good news!! The boss has decided the next target for our raid!!" Chris said with a smile.
Arok nodded, he didn't feel that happy to attack another village but he wanted to test his strength. He wanted to fight to the death with someone and this raid was a perfect chance for him.
"Good, let's go!" Arok said.
Arok was ready for another raid, though, this raid would give him some lessons that he would never forget in his life.
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In the huge room, there was a young man and an old man. The young man was in his early 20's and looked quite young and the man was in his late 30's. They had a master and subordinates relationship, the older man was informing something to the younger man.
"Have you found them?" He didn't see them and looked toward the window.
He bowed his head and said, "Yes, they will attack this village!"
"Good, I can't wait to deal with them," he said with a smile.