"Oh Fred! You didn't wake me up and you still want me to carry the box??" Milun who just recently flew out of the bed from his DEEP dream I bet. "Take the shoe." To be honest I don't think we will have time to speak anymore, and I also don't want to hear his bluff "Fred cmon I need answer" Milun squeak is loud like a coyote-bear squirm."Can you don't scream at me forsake-" Milun fell on the front of the door, he might hit a stage 5 lumbago with that fall. "At least take something so that the box can be less heavy please?" My relationship with Milun are like siblings, the kind that would plot a tomfoolery toward each other. But sometime I have to at least help him out "fine" with a slight sigh as I know I have to be the one to find a sag. Outside near the house, we have a storage room. I know we keep a lot of stuff in there, I know where the saga is inside there. I hate to be late to the station so it going to be grab and go (hopefully). The smell of dust hit my nose send my nerves to automatic clench toward my face as soon as I entered the storage room. The glove was on the spot where I expected it to be, and then… "the hell?" The lid container that have sag inside doesn't open, like it was baptized by a sticky substance. Since I can't open the lid… "MILUN!" "MILUN!" "OI MILUNNN" big brother strength will always work… a voice emerged, "Frederic? Are you alright?" A softer voice emerged, "I heard you were struggling inside here, so you need help with opening the container?" She asked and seems like she might going to reassure me after I decline for a help. "No it's alright mom, thank you. After all I ask Milun for a hand. Where is he though?" then and knew it. " He rested in front of the tree." In my mind I thought to myself "that fucking slacker" "M for sure I can help you, here! Let me try to open the lid" I feel bad if someone who were nice to me, trying to fix my problem "Actually I can open the lid, I'm grateful that you are trying to help" I act tough, trying to make Barbara work less… Okay I think I put myself in a really stupid situation I put myself in. I squeeze the lid through two metal stand to make the lids fit but still doesn't come off. "Frederic? Do you still need help" I gaved up to myself "Ehh maybe just a little support" after hearing that Barbara rush out of the storage room and she quickly came back with her own crane. It's old and I heard that the magic had died down slowly, "Alright Frederic. As soon as I count from one, get ready to pull the lid!" Back in Barbara old guild. She was one of the crew best supporter as a class Bard, a buff from singing and telling story. " Remember that specific moment when you started to walk then you realize that you can walk and then you started to try and fly?" She was definitely trolling, The cringy run down my spine and rush my adrenaline. Either that or Barbara actually buff me with her class. At last the kid open, but it cost me the recoil from the pull. CLANK! The crash cause me to hit the fence behind, it hurt. like hell- CHINK CLANK! At this point I felt like life flash before my eyes. A rusty swords was so close to my crotch when it fell. My brain send me through tons of memories that flash through my eye, one of them was clear. It's David, my father whom passed away to a lethal virus, it was a clear memory of him teaching me about duel wielding swords. "Frederic! Are you alright?? My gosh sorry about the story. Maybe it was too much… Gosh!! You look pale!" After my vision is clear I saw that the sword was only an inch away from my crotch. "Mom, please call Milun… "my crotch felt weak and had shivered my timber"