Finally, today was the day he was turning 5 years old and Chronic couldn't wait because now his basic battle training would begin. He exited his room running straight to his mom who was already downstairs having just finished making breakfast. Freya has long silver hair that covered her wolf ears and went past her butt which she sometimes sat on while lost in thought. Her upper lip was slightly thinner than her bottom lip and over all they were definitely appealing to any man that saw her, especially because looking at them led one to notice that she had an impressive chest and butt to match. She has copper eyes with green specks that were both fierce and kind, so even when she was praising anyone she also looked like she was warning them not to mess up at the same time. As she was the leader of her clan it made sense though and she stood only 5'4" in height, still not one person has ever beat her in a fight. Despite her tomboyish attitude she loved flowers and the fragrances they produced, and her figure and beautiful face made most women jealous and most men drool. she wore dresses when at home but, when going anywhere she wore a simple shirt and pants with plated leather armor covering her torso and thighs, enchanted leather gloves and shinguards and no shoes. Wolfkin hated shoes to them it was like being in handcuffs which Chronic understood the first and last time he tried a pair on.
He ran to his mom and excitedly shouted "When do we start!" seeing her already to head out. His dad came down seconds after him "After breakfast I'm starving and a little sore from last night" he said with a knowing smile to Freya. He was shirtless and only wearing shorts, his body was well toned yet slim like a fighter, despite his slim build his strength is comparable to a young adult bear(in this world that's about the size of a full grown polar bear). He has pure black hair that covered his wolf ears and down to his mid back, kinda long for a man though no one other than Freya would even think about telling him so. His crimson eyes were a mix of challenge and playfulness, which completely covers his personality. Chronic looks exactly like his dad except for his silver hair that he got from his mom, he even has the same personality as his dad. "So, you're saying you didn't enjoy last night?" Freya asked with one eyebrow slightly raised while hiding a smirk behind her book. "Now I didn't say that but, you could've let me rest for five minutes in-between. that said I still put you to sleep with a smile on your face, also did you know you snore? I thought a wild boar was sleeping in our room" he replied.
He started to get up to run away but, Freya threw her cup and hit him right in the nose and replied "if my snoring is so bad maybe you should just find a cave somewhere to sleep tonight" "Aww, come on I was only teasing, your snore is more like a soft breeze" "Awe, that's so sweet" Chronic chimed in and said "Yeah, a soft breeze from the backside of an ox" and got a look from his mom that would make the grim reaper himself take a few steps back. Fenrir on the other hand was laughing so hard he fell out of his chair holding his sides and started rolling on the floor, feeling he was in danger Chronic quickly said "At least that's what I heard grampa say" while trying to look as innocent as possible. "is that right I'll have to talk with him about that" Freya said having broke the bowl she was holding in her hands.
After eating breakfast it was time to head out to get Chronic his practice sword and padded leather armor, and of course this kid was obsessed with a weird leaf so it was placed on the chest. They headed to the training grounds and everyone looked to see Chronic with a huge smile on his face. The trainees that were already present all stared at him, seeing as everyone else was 10 years old the average age kids started training. "Why is that baby here" commented one kid "That's Chronic!" said another kid who was from the town. "And? Why should I care who that little twerp is?" said another kid also not from the town. "Dumb farmer hick, that baby as you called him could kick all of our asses and not break a sweat" said another kid "Well that's only if magic is used" another stated. "Quiet down every one today we will have someone special join our training class. Chronic please come over here and introduce yourself to the class." one of the trainers said. "Hi, I'm Chronic and I'm here to kick all your asses so I can start real training with my dad in the forest" "Hey, you just got out of diapers and think you can beat anyone here?" said the first kid. "I'll beat you black and blue you little shit" another piped up. "Then I challenge you all here and now, and please don't hold back I wouldn't want anyone to have regrets about losing to a baby" Chronic said with a smile on his face and anger in his eyes.
several trainees stepped up to accept his challenge, while the trainer tried to deescalate the situation unfolding before him. Freya just smiled at her brave son and felt pride, Fenrir however was making things worse for the trainer. "That's right tell them Chronic, hey if you beat all those kids at the same time I'll take you to the forest now" He said making the other kids even more mad. seeing he couldn't settle the kids the trainer decided to let them fight it out, however he made it hand to hand not wanting Chronic to get too hurt. "One on one fights let's get this started a-" "I want them all Sir, you heard my dad if I can beat them all I can start really training with him" Chronic stated "You really think you can beat us all?" several kids shouted out in anger. "Without even breaking a sweat" said with a cocky smile, looking at Freya and Fenrir to see if they would try and stop this to only seeing both smile proudly he gave up. "if his parents don't care why should I, at least we have a medic on staff" he thought and said "Okay, everyone who wants to fight against Chronic please step forward. We will begin shortly I will be right back with the medic" he said as he walked off.