I myself was astonished when he started drinking an entire barrel. His cloak soaked with ale, not that I was complaining cause I'm, frankly, in the same state.
"Ahh!" My friend slammed the barrel down hard enough to shatter it into pieces as soon as he finished it.
"Oh yeah!" The huge men in the bar swarmed him giving nods of approval and pats.
"Gardney," I gave him two nods.
"No, you don't mean-" He said before I cut him off.
"Two barrels," I said holding up two fingers.
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The entire bar went silent like someone switched the mute button on when they saw Gardney come in with two golden barrels.
"No way!" They yelled.
"Congratulations, man! You've just entered an entirely different league." A random man congratulated him.
The blonde star stared at the golden barrels before he shrugged and took a seat doing a 'bring it' motion with both hands. I turned my chair so I could face him and Gardney placed both barrels in front of us. I placed a wooden cup on my barrel and did the same on his.
"A cup." I poured myself a cup of the golden liquid and drank it all up without stopping, wiping off the Golden froth away from my mouth.
"Do the same," I challenged with a smirk.
The blondie poured himself a cupful and took a whiff of it, coughing due to its strong scent. The people laughed and everyone went silent again, all eyes on the blonde boy. He glanced from the cup to me, to everyone before stoning his face and bringing the cup to his mouth. As the golden liquid touched his tongue he winced badly and shut his eyes tight.
Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp. I counted the amount of gulps it took him to finish an entire cup…. Gulp.
"Six gulps… Very impressive. Very, very impressive." I thought.
The people on the other hand… "I'm sure the people living around the area would have heard their screams. My friend just became a legend."
"That's strong stuff," He said, more like he yelled.
"It sure is." I replied.
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"N-no more." He conceded.
"I win this round!" I said smiling and a bit tipsy.
That's some strong stuff Gardney brought in. It's a drink reserved for my family or people who have great alcohol tolerance.
"Alright blonde lad, care for some arm wrestling?" A huge man, probably a soldier judging from the garb he wore, asked.
"Bring it on." My friend said with a hiccup.
"Place your bet!"
I turned around to look at the youngin' who said that. He's this small and already knows how to make money. I decided to place a bet on my friend, me and a lady, while the rest had their bet on the dude who challenged my blonde friend.
It ended badly with the blondie out on top. Others challenged him but they all failed.
"Who's next!" He screamed in a fashion I never thought he could. Maybe the golden ale was messing with his head?
"I think he is high." I thought seeing him wobble on his feet as he did a victory dance.
I raised an eyebrow when everyone stared at me as if saying, "Kick his ass, show him his place." I relented nonetheless.
Better get this over with.
I felt sorry for my friend cause there's no way he could win.
With a sigh I stood up from where I was, a cup of ale in hand and sat on the previous challenger's seat. I placed my elbow on the table and spread my fingers wide. The blonde boy grabbed my hand with a smirk of his own. His grip was quite strong for someone lanky, his eyes sharp waiting for the slightest change.
"Here's the end of the line for you, lad." Gardney said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Place a bet!"
As expected, everyone placed their bets on me.
My friend, appalled because no one placed a bet on him, voices out his displeasure, "Wow, I bet on myself then." He said, put out by the lack of supporters, placing a coin on the table.
The little boy collecting the bets picked it up with a shrug and said, "Well, that's an extra coin for me."
Everyone laughed, myself included, except the blondie. Silence descended on the bar as me and my blonde friend grabbed each other's palms.
"Begin!"
The moment someone said those words my friend pushed with impressive speed and my hand was just an inch away from the table before I stopped it.
"Very impressive as always my friend," I said before I pushed his hand back to the point we started easily.
"What is wrong? Will you not push back?" I taunted, making everyone laugh. I took a sip of ale from the cup In my other hand to add to his ire.
"I'll show you!" He hollered in determination.
His pushing power doubled all of a sudden and my eyes picked up a faint trace of blue surrounding his hand down to his elbow. I squinted my eyes at his hand and the blue wasn't surrounding his hands anymore. Huh, I guess I was seeing things.
Crack
A crack appeared on the cup I held. "Huh? Guess Ii was gripping it too hard." I hiccupped.
We were like that for a while at a stalemate and the crowd was getting restless.
"Ohhh!" The guys exclaimed.
"Now this is interesting, I might actually have to put in a little effort."
Both our hands shake due to the force clashing around. I upped my effort and pushed Naruto back to the situation I was in a moment ago. His hands now a millimeter away from touching the table.
"This is it, my friend. I want to know the name of the one I had so much fun with today." I said.
"Finish him!"
"Finish him!"
"I want my money!"
They all screamed and then, the screams, the yells and all the commotion in the bar gradually decreased in volume and it became so silent I could have heard a pin drop.
"Hn, it's Naruto Uzumaki… dattebayo." Naruto replied, his bangs covering his face.
I pitied him and almost wanted to lose just to make him happy, almost…
"Naruto Uzumaki dattebayo." I repeated mentally.
"I will always remember it." I said before giving a little push to end it all.
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