"Let's move!"
"It's now or never".
Everyone already moved towards the wooden box of weapons.
The chubby middle-aged man also already moved but he paused as he noticed something, Aegon didn't move with him.
At this moment, still standing in one place, Aegon just stared at the box of weapons. With narrowed eyes, the words kept on playing in his head.
'First things first, if you're willing to get the inheritance of the master, you need to be prepared to make sacrifices'.
'Sacrifices like changing your fighting style'.
'If you're not ready for that, that is your way out of the inheritance ground'.
Aegon stared ahead at the wooden box as the look in his eyes changed. 'The lone Dagger, the swift Katana, the cutting Machete, the batting Hammer, the heavy Hammer…, what concerns me with that?' He thought.
Aegon raised his hands and looked at it the next moment, focusing on the sickles that were currently on his hands. 'My sickles'.
