A.D. 866 Ragnar's Farm
"Ah fuckin hell.. will you just fucking stay still.. you fucking cunt cow.." I argue'd with the cow I was trying to 'milk'.. she was a little irritable.. she didn't know me.. so of course she wouldn't like me coming up to her.. and feeling her up in a way haha..
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/'Basic' Beast-Taming - xp +1 (11/100xp)/
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I hear system notifications.. start going off in my head.. I've figured out how to read and scroll.. through the system messages.. with my thoughts easily enough.. kind of like breathing.. it's just done naturally.. you don't pay attention to how you 'breathe'.. do you..? No.. you just do it.. you just 'breathe..
"Thats pretty sweet.." I say out loud.. to myself.. before I can stop my self.. and shove the words.. back into my mouth.. oh well.. let's play it off..
"What's sweet..? Aethred..?" Brida asks.. like I knew one of the two would..
"O nothing.. just had some milk splash out of the bucket.. some of it got in my mouth.. it tasted pretty sweet.." I said trying to play it off best as I could..
"O yea this milk is pretty sweet.. okay.. looks like we got them milk'd.. let's go head and carry what we got.. back up to the hall.. then we can spar.." Uhtred says.. so we gather our 'pails' of milk.. and head back down the path.. then leave the 'pails' of freshly-squeezed milk on the 'long-table'..
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Ragnar's Farm, Training Square
/pov MC/
"All right we got wooden axes.. wooden one-handed swords.. wooden two-handed hands.. wooden spears.. wooden shields.. everything we need.. pick one.. both of you come at me.. with the intent of 'putting' my ass in the dirt.. okay..? Ready..? Cmon..!" I say talking to them yelling the last word at them.. as we stood in the center of Ragnar's Farm's 'training square'.. I was already holding my spear.. ready to defend.. I held it gently.. placed diagonally out in front me.. letting my spear hang obliquely in the air.. spear-head pointing towards the ground.. in my 'ready' stance..
"Hah!".. Brida yelled as she charged first.. carrying a wooden one-handed axe.. and a wooden shield.. swinging the axe overhand.. coming straight down towards my upper body..
" always keep your balance.. never over-extend.." I explain to them in a steady voice.. as I take a half step back.. and a step to the right.. pushing the butt-end of my spear towards her axe.. with it landing right on the handle of her axe.. right on her fingers.. holding the axe..
Inflicting just enough pain to make her drop her weapon 'dis-arming' her.. by the time Brida dropped her axe.. I continued turning.. using the centrifugal force built up from me spinning.. around letting my spear's weight carry me.. the spear continued to swing around.. until the shaft of my spear.. firmly struck Brida.. on her 'leading' leg.. dropping her to one knee.. and then onto fall to her back clutching her leg..
"Aethred!" Uhtred like a fool.. yells.. alerting me to his intentions of attacking me from behind.. giving me enough time to stop my 'spin'.. 'plant' my feet.. stop my spear and 'flick' my wrists.. 'redirecting' the wooden spear-head.. right in the direction of Uhtred's 'assault'..
Firmly whipping his one-handed sword's trajectory.. 'off-course' enough to smoothly miss me and my should completely.. making his attack miss..
With another 'flick' of my wrists I 'knee cap'd' him.. with the shaft of my spear.. and just like Brida.. he fell like a sack of 'russet' potatoes..
"Fuck! That hurts.. your hitting too hard! Aethred!" Uhtred yells as he clutches at his knee.. almost as if 'mimic'ing' Brida..
"It's so you feel pain my little 'wolves'.. I want you to learn how to use the 'pain'.. use it to get faster.. stronger.. tougher.. I want you to use it to fight smarter.. learn how to dodge attacks you can't block.. how to redirect attacks you can't dodge.. how to fight on.. even when your 'drowning' in the pain.. even when your 'drowning' in fatigue.. when your feet are so heavy.. every step takes everything you have in you.. I want you to be able to fight and survive.. even if your down an arm or an leg.. there will be many who wish to kill us brother.. our uncle Aelfric for one.. he'd love to see us dead.. and you Brida.. your a girl.. so your gonna have to learn to protect yourself.. there's always gonna be men who want to take you prisoner.. and keep you filled with seed and 'pups' in your belly.. forcing you to give birth to their 'off-spring'.. we don't have all the time in the world.. we must become strong.. and fast.. for if we do not kill our enemies first.. before they wish to kill us.. we will have already been dead.. it it known.. now get up! Let's get to work.. now! Come at me! Like you mean it!" I yell at them to continue..
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/'Basic' Spear-Play xp+ 90 (100/100)/
*ding level up*
/'Basic' Spear-Play - lvl 2 (0/200)/
Hmm.. so I need twice the amount of experience to level up again.. as soon as I had received the system message.. alerting me to my full experience bar.. in 'Basic' Spear-Play..
I immediately felt.. the warmest.. fuzziest.. calming.. feeling bursting inside my chest.. 'flowing' along through my arteries running through my body.. almost similar to how 'chakra' from 'Naruto' would run though a 'ninja's' body.. bringing a feeling and 'sense' of strength.. strength like I've never felt before..
In my head.. along my brain nerves.. electrical signals carrying images and 'virtual'.. 'experiences'.. to my brain central command 'node'.. turning me from a beginning 'journey-man'.. into one that has practiced fighting with spears.. going through his forms with his spear.. turning me into more like a 'inter-mediate' spear-man..
"Alright.. you both did amazingly well.. you each have 'great' 'potential'.. you both have your strengths.. and you both have your weaknesses.. training every day is all about 'strengthening' your strengths.. eliminating your 'weaknesses'.. growing into a better warrior by the day.. growing into a smarter fighter by the day.. learning to hit your enemies more than they hit you.. learning to make your enemies miss whilst your attacks on them.. land.. remember all these things.. stick with me.. we shall have glory by the 'long-ship-loads'.. trust me you two.. for.. it is written.." I tell them finishing our 'fighting' 'lessons'.. with a little bit of 'sage' advice for their little noggins to mull over for the rest of their day..