Folke and the man began to walk inside of the encampment, A few soldiers would glare at folke from time to time while they walked…
Folke purposely allowed himself to show his surprised expression whilst saying ``What's wrong with them?``
``Some of those men had a few family member inside of the village.`` He'd reply nonchalantly, In truth that was a half truth.
The camp is a very big camp at the moment, the few soldiers compared to the actual number of people in the camp number into a few hundreds of men that stared at folke or glared at him while he was on his way to the camp.
Due to Folke's village being small it's unlikely that those few hundred were angry at him for the same reason of having relatives inside of the village and Folke knew what the real reason was already.
The man looked at Folke and raised his eyebrow `He's being untruthful.` The information of the men thinking he was an enemy was widely spoken about and should've reached the medical tent.
Folke continued to walk feeling a subtle pressure on himself as he continued `I messed up!`.
The men continued to walk in silence until they reached some sort of large makeshift training arena, the ground was turned over and moved aside and a few poles were jabbed into the ground to make an almost circle.
A training regiment was going on with a few' soldiers which actually numbered into a few hundred. The leader of the training regiment was a man with a very fit body and numerous scars on his chest and body.
His chest was bare as he led the training regiment into doing sword exercises and shield exercises.
``Stay here.`` The man pointed toward the ground as if folke was a dog, and turned around and began to walk toward the training instructor.
The conversation was short and full of smiles that mostly came from the instructor, Folke could see him motion for four of the men from the training regiment to come out and walk toward the center of the circle.
The other men walked toward the outside of the circle and sat down to take a rest.
``Get over here.`` The man shouted, ordering folke to move.
`` Goldrig here is going to make you spar with those men, choose your opponent.`` The training instructor pointed at the three men that were standing in the center of the circle.
Goldrig the man who had carried folke here had some odd intentions he wanted to test folke's ability to fight in the world here it was practically unthinkable for people of the elite fighters in the next clan over which was called Stodfir to back down from a sparring match or to actually lose in a sparring match.
If Folke held back in this match and lost he would've lost his honor and the Stodfir are very peculiar about honor, Their honor is placed on fights. Their philosophy and clan mantra is based on fighting their god that they worship is the god of war. In the years they've stopped their warmongering after a new warlord was placed in rule.
But that still didn't not make them the best fighters in the world, Goldrig thinks that if anyone could wipe out a village without making a single man, woman or child escape and only lose one man in the process who still inversely lived through it would be them.
`If he wins this fight he can't be as simple as he seems, Those three there are the best warriors in this training routine and if he beats them he is definitely a Stodfir warrior.` He didn't even think of a stodfir warrior holding back in this fight. He has already lost one fight in the forest and should be eager to regain his lost honor and for the stodfir to plan that their party would pick him up in the forest is highly unlikely.
Folke was surprised but then he nodded his head and pointed randomly at the people. The man he picked was a man with short brown hair with a scar on his neck which led to his face.
He knew for a fact that he couldn't fight any one of them equally without the system his fight with Bo confirmed that. Bo was a rising star in his village now he has to face people with actual military and battle experience with years of service where they were spent fighting the other clans warriors?
`This should be a test right? But why do they need to see how I fight?` He walked toward a side of the ring and was handed a longsword `It seems as though I won't be able to give them my story about that blade. . . and I had a whole entire explanation of my innocence on it.`
The man he chose walked toward the opposite side of the ring and was handed the same thing. They had to put on at least padded armor since the two were going full contact with the training swords which were wooden.
Goldrig came forward and said ``There are no rules, just get your partner onto the ground if you both get onto the ground the first one that gets up is the winner.``
Folke had his cloth clothing and the soldier also had a similar attire with some leather bracers on his arm.
Folke wielded the sword and pointed it in front of him goldrig then shouted ``Begin!``