The Knight, a title that bear a lot of responsibility. To honor, protect and represent justice. The ultimate goal of the knight.
"You will be a wonderful swordsman, I'll see if that will happen"
His face, cannot be seen. The voice that slowly fading away in this boys head. The vague feeling of lounging, not only for his family, but also for his master.
"Everyone! Line up!!!!"
A shout outside the tent echoes throughout the area. The knight captain assistant, Fedel Rovlion.
"Everyone listen up! This day onwards we will have the hellish days you'll ever encounter in your life!!! Prepare! But it's already too late!"
Fedel shouts as he smiles at the new recruit. The feeling of mentoring newbies are the best way to torture somebody but it's legal.
"Now, get those bag in the back and follow the captain of 11th class battalion in the mountain!" Fedel shouts as he look at them like a greased meat waiting to be eaten.
"Now cadets follow me"
The captain of 11th battalion, he is not a knight even though he had a lot of potential. That only give the other cadets more idea that being a knight isn't enough.
"Hey Mirran.. we'll we be ok?" Dron whisper.
"I don't think you should be thinking about that right now" Mirran said as he picked up the bag.
'Hm?! This bag... It's really heavy.. it's almost or equal to 100 tiena' Mirran thought as he picked up the bag and follow the others towards the bottom of the mountain.
The Mountain of Volios, the mountain where the known knight in history fall, with the honor with his hands, the mountain became a sacred ground for the empire.
"Now cadets!!! Run! Follow me!!!"
The captain said as he run. Everyone follows him but they struggle. The heavy weight in their back proves that this won't be easy.
"How the.. is the captain not normal?"
"He's running with a bag like us but he's running so fast"
"Hey Mirran.. Ha.. this.. is really.. heavy" Dron said as he catch his breath up.
"Well this is a training to become a knight anyway.. we won't expect an easy way" Mirran said as he run towards the mountain following the captain.
Mirran rush straight through but there are students who is much faster than him. He knows, the people in front of him that looks like this training is nothing, everyone knows who they are.
At the tent the day before.
"Hey! Sleep already you fucking idiot" the boy with a brown hair and brown eyes, a commoner like us said to Dron.
"Hey dot shout here" Kalanthe say lowering her voice.
"Yes everyone is trying to sleep here" the boy gets angry.
"This guy!.. with long hair(Dron) is fucking annoying! I don't feel safe sleeping while beside him!"
"What.. why are you scared?" Mirran said.
"This guy typically the type of guy in books.. he's the one who will do everything once everyone is asleep!"
"What the heck..." Dron is flabbergasted.
The atmosphere around the tent is not like everyone thinks it is, even though they're saying some insane things, that what make them know each other well. It might not looks like a good start but Mirran is satisfied with this kind of thing.
"Shut up will you?" a voice that comes from the corner of the tent spoke up and everyone stop talking.
'Well.. look at that.. a noble children with bunch of commoners like us'
Noble Children, as the name suggest they're the children of nobles who are either wealthy or influencial around a certain land.
The key advantage of noble are, their advantage above every commoner in this training camp. They were already trained and thought, and somehow adept to the sword.
The present.
'Would you look at that.. there's so many noble childrens'