"Jorac, get up and get ready. Don't you want to come to the market?" A sweet voice rang throughout the house as the rays of the sun began to get dimmer.
"Coming, Mother…" Already pretending of sleeping, it didn't take the boy to get out of bed in an instant. Not to make his mother suspicious he quickly ran toward the washroom.
The boy, whose age looked no more than ten, began to freshen up to wander in the market. Today was going to be a special day for him. After so much bickering, his mother had finally agreed to buy him a weapon of his choice.
'I will finally be able to swing a sword like my dad…' With a bittersweet smile, the boy couldn't help but imagine himself learning and performing swordsmanship which he would learn from Lady Sopor herself.
"Hehehe." Giggling, he quickly changed his clothes and walked toward the gate where his mother was talking with other women. All of them were probably going to the market as well.
