"Chaz, should we tell him that the entrance is locked?"
"I feel bad for watching him make a fool of himself."
The one that just spoke was an elite guard named Ben, a muscular guard from the capital.
"ayy the lad never gives up, ain't he"
Besides Ben, Chaz is the other guard; they have all been hird from the capital. All twenty-five in total.
"But I did ear the young las as some strength dun he"
"hahaha, Maybe we ott to let the las try his best opening the locked door ayy."
"I reckon he might become an elite knight one day." Chaz ended.
"I agree; the young Lord did say his strength is odd."
"his feeble yet abnormally summons a vehement of a strength," Ben agreed.
"OI YOUNG LAS" Chaz suddenly shouted down; he was loud; despite the noise behind the two elite guards,
"Huh"
Kale quickly jerked back after hearing someone yelling from above. Arching his head up, he saw the heating sun ray and the head of one of the elite guards pop up. In all honesty, Kale could not help but feel insecure when he saw those v-shaped helms on the elites Knight.
To Kale, it signifies pride and strength beyond humans' limitations.
Kale came from a poor family, and whenever he saw these types of elite knights leaving and traveling as they wished, he felt proud and happy that he would be just like them when he was young.
At least, that was what his grandfather kept on telling him. Believing in his grandfather's every word, Kale trained like an animal. He worked hard, and finally, Kale became a guard, yet when he realized the structural System of being an elite knight to postal guard is like heaven and Earth, Kale almost ran home with his spear and plunged it straight at his grandfather stomach.
But Kale did not; Kale is kind heart young man; he quickly released that being an elite knight does take a tremendous amount of wealth that his family could not afford.
"Si-sir Chaz, is that you?" Kale spoke meekly.
"AY LAS"
"WHAT IN ZAPA ARE YOU DOING BREAKING THE DOOR"
"PICK YA RUSTED STICK AND BE GONE BEFORE I COME DOWN THERE"
"ye-YES SIR, SIR CHAZ SIR," Kale quickly saluted and picked up his spear a dashed away from the entrance door to the training ground.
"HAHAHAHA, AY RUN YA RATTED IMP," Chaz jested.
"Sir Chaz, please conduct yourself befitting that of an elite knight," Ben reprimanded.
"Kale had already been tormented enough." Ben ended.
"Ay?" Chaz became confused, and in less than a second, it hit.
"OH"
"HAHAHA Ay, the tale of Kale versus Pate, the rape artist."
"hahaha twis amusing earing about that"