The boy continued to walk through the forest looking around at the different trees and knocking on them to check if they were suitable to be made into weapons. After running around and knocking on wood a few more times, he finally came to a decision and started cutting and carving into a few trees with the kitchen knife he always carried with him in his previous world.
As he cut through the tree he started thinking about his previous life. He smiled joyfully as he remembered how he used to desperately search his room for anything to defend himself, sporting a black eye and continuosly defending himself, all the while bruises kept appearing on his body when he failed to stop them. he sighed as he thought about the times he was beating within an inch of his life. Haaaaa....Good times.
He slowly made different weapons with the wood. First a greatsword, 2 daggers, a staff that he named "Bonk stick", a scythe, 2 swords, an axe, a hammer, 2 batons and finally a spear. There were a few other weapons he wanted to try to master but they weren't really things that could be made with wood.
He used leaves and ripped some cloth from his shirt to make a makeshift belt and some sort of sling to help carry his creations. He did not have any wood carving skills so his weapons were pretty pathetic, but he would have to make do.
He walked for a while to find a clearing where he could practice with his weapons in peace. He was going to master as many weapons as he could so that he would never be without a way to defend himself. He would be able to protect himself no matter what. He lost his bonk stick in the midst of battle? No matter, he'll just pull out his scythe and start swinging that around.
But even if his plan was sound, it was not feasible. Without training with the weapon, it would be useless even if he had it with him. This is where the immortality came in. If he would not die due to age and he always had his youthful and robust body, it would be much easier to accomplish his goal. He had watched videos of people practicing with different weapons in his previous life till his eyes bled. Now, he could put it into practice.
He soon found one such clearing which seemed to be deserted. There was a tree stump in the middle which would be a perfect target to practice on and also would be great to lean on when he was tired. It could also be used as a shield if some unwanted visitor came for food. He would love to stay human and not become a hamburger for some carnivore.
But no matter how many times he watched videos, he would never be able to perfectly replicate the movements shown on the screen the first time he tried them. This was proven when he tried to hit a tree stump with his bonk stick and ended up missing the stump entirely but bashing his own head in the process. He was happy that he had named the staff appropriately but golly, did that hurt!
He continuously experimented with his weapons for four days but by the fifth he slumped on the tree stump, tired and hungry and bruised all over. Even if he was crazy, attempting to do strenous work for four days without sleep, food or water was gonna drain the life out of a dude, immortal or otherwise.
He slung all his weapons on his back and decided to leave the safe little clearing to find a water source and food.
"One must always get out of their comfort zone if they want to survive in this world" - Some famous person, probably. Thinking so he ventured further from the clearing.
He walked for another 3 days, rested during the night, and tried his best to continue training but failed miserably, his arms continuing to be undisciplined children who would not work without bribes. The problem was, he had no bribes to give them, he was dirt poor.
Finally, in the afternoon of the fourth day, he heard something. He rushed towards the noise, but didn't act stupid for once in his life, deciding to hide and observe the source of the noise before pouncing. It looked like some kind of pig but he was not sure. He dove behind a bush and then peeked from behind it.
It was a pig alright, but it was a little different too. This pig was pink and chubby, much like any other pig on a farm, but it did have two huge tusks emerging from its mouth. He made a decision instantly.
"A pig is a pig, no matter how big its teeth" - A decent farmer, I think.
He was ready to listen to the advice of the farmer, cause all he was thinking about at this point was 'Bacon!'. So he rushed at the pig, pulling out his greatsword, which was so blunt he was only hoping to bludeon it to death, forget about slicing it.
You ever get those 'Oh shit, I'm screwed' moments in your life? Yeah, well the boy realised that he should have never listened to the crappy farmer's advice as soon as the boar turned towards him, and its freaking tusk just shot out of its mouth and blasted towards him! His eyes widened as he looked down at his stomach, a giant tusk wedged in it, blood trickling from the wound.
The force from the shot pushed him a few metres from the shotgun pig. The pig just stared at him with its other tusk raring to go. He was pretty sure the pig closed one of its eyes and was trying to take aim at his head. He gritted his teeth, he wasn't going to let it end like this! He moved a bit, clenching his teeth and buttcheeks to try and endure the searing pain through his body.
He was gonna win this battle, even if he had to fight with a giant tooth wedged in his middle.