Oh, why is the earth so amazing?

Oh, why is the earth so diverse that the goddess of the river nourishes?

Oh, why are the creatures created by God the Father and God the Mother so fascinating?

Arthur sat in the shadow of the palm trees, looking at the clear boundary between the green woods and the golden desert, and felt very puzzled, and could only admire the gods in his heart. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Arthur did not pray, but only admired in his heart. Arthur, who was just five or six years old, did not have the habit of praying, and although he was always full of respect for the gods, he never really folded his hands, closed his eyes, and prayed earnestly.

Arthur twisted his body against the palm tree with his legs crossed, found a more comfortable position, and looked at the desert fox pacing slowly in the distance. Judging from the desert fox's nocturnal habits and the apparently young body of this fox, this must be a disobedient and small fox.

The desert fox's ears are huge, soft, and fluffy, and it always makes people want to go up and rub it twice, which must be more pleasant than a girl's arms. The little fox's ears were not erected, they were flat on both sides, gently swaying with the soft breeze in the desert, and the four short legs were jumping and swinging, slowly walking in the desert, very happy.

Arthur felt that it must be as happy as he was now.

"Hey, Arthur, how long are you going to lie down! I'll be able to show me what you just showed, and if you don't get up, you won't be able to beat me next time!" Garcia, who was only two years older than Arthur, brandished the wooden axe in his hand and couldn't wait with a sunny face, showing off to Arthur.

Arthur picked up the wooden hand axe on the ground, turned over and stood up, and laughed: "Oh, Garcia, are you very arrogant~ Have you won me once?"

Arthur turned around and rushed forward.

The two children twisted together, and the hearty laughter and the children's unique liveliness rippled in this palm grove.

It seems that a few years ago, Simon began to teach Arthur a series of lessons, all related to knights, such as the use of various weapons. Arthur learned so quickly that he could memorize all kinds of theories almost instantly, and all kinds of weapons looked like they were all right with a little practice. At an age when Arthur couldn't hide anything he was thinking about, every time he learned a new skill related to an axe, he would call his best friend out and give it to him, that is, Garcia, a boy who completely despised the most popular sword in the continent, but was very interested in the powerful tomahawk.

Simon, of course, knew the little secrets of the two children, but never broke them, but threw away the war toys in the children's hands and replaced them with two wooden axes that he had made himself. The axe was not ordinary, in order not to delay the growth of the two children's bodies, it was all made of balsa wood, and in order to give the children the most realistic experience from an early age, the handle of the axe was carefully dug into a vacuum to simulate the center of a real tomahawk - you can imagine how much work Simon painted on it.

The "teaching" between the two children went on very quickly, they always couldn't hold back their mood, so they got into a fight, Garcia was obviously much stronger than Arthur, but Arthur was very flexible and never confronted Garcia head-on. In battles where the round blade of the wooden axe touches the body, even if it is lost, it has always been Arthur's laughter more.

When the two children were tired of fighting, or tired of playing, they threw away their axes and lay down on the ground to rest.

Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down Arthur's head and gradually fell to the sand, although this was a desert, but under the shroud of palm trees, it was not very hot, but somewhat refreshing.

Sunlight seeped through the gaps in the leaves, sprinkled on the two children's bodies, large and small spots of light formed a wonderful and puzzling pattern, the wind blew gently, the light and shadow kept shaking, and the pattern formed again, it changed. Arthur half-squinted, looking at the sky, clear blue, clean, his eyes slanted on his face, not dazzling, but warm.

The sand raised by the two children as they played, gently caressed by the sun, formed silk-like marks in the air together.

Arthur looked at the wisps of light, looked at it, and changed into his father's happy appearance, and gradually changed into Garcia's hearty face.

The sky suddenly darkened, the palm trees were gone, and the faces in the air were smiling. The face slowly became gloomy, and the eyes slowly became fierce, as if there was always an indescribable anger in the depths.

The lights and shadows appeared one after another, the way he was surrounded by children, curled up in the center and crying, the solemn eyes when he made his knightly vow, the stones that Teacher Medivan bounced over, and the bladeless heavy sword that swung fiercely!

Arthur was terrified, screaming heartbreakingly, clutching at his limbs, searching for the tomahawk he had just used.

Arthur, who caught the tomahawk, bounced straight off the ground, but the tomahawk suddenly became extremely heavy, and Arthur pulled it twice, but he couldn't pick it up.

Arthur roared, holding the tomahawk in both hands, his body fell to the side, and he threw the tomahawk out towards those lights and shadows with all the strength of his body!

The light and shadow directly cracked into pieces, and the tomahawk left a huge black crack in the air!

Arthur, who had thrown his tomahawk, fell to the ground, looking at the crack in horror. Suddenly, a huge claw almost exactly the same size as Arthur stretched out! Five long, cracked ivory white claws were wrapped in a strong breath of death and grabbed Arthur's chest!

"Ahh

Arthur, who was sweating profusely, sat up suddenly, his whole body tingled, especially the wound on his chest, and he gasped in pain.

Arthur sighed as he looked at the splint and bandage on his left arm, the dim and familiar room.

It turned out that it was already afternoon, and it turned out that he had returned to the village, and it turned out that he had survived...

Arthur slammed back into the bed and sunk into the pillow, staring blankly at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Awake?" Simon's voice rang in Arthur's ears.

"You've been asleep for three days. Simon said slowly.

"When I was sent back, I was really scared, I was covered in blood, my left arm was broken, my chest was almost dissected, and I don't know how many internal bleeding there were. Simon's gaze slowly swept over Arthur's body, his tone calm and slow.

"The girls are crying, your dad has never made so many girls cry in his life, boy, it's okay. Simon laughed.

"A lot of people sent wreaths, quite a lot, but you can't see it, they were all piled up at the door, but after they left, I threw them in the iron furnace and burned them. Simon pointed to the backyard.

"Everybody thinks you're not going to survive. ”

"But I know you can get through it. Simon's eyes blazed on Arthur.

"I know, you're going to make it," Simon muttered slowly.

Arthur looked at Simon blankly, his mind seemed to be stuffed, and it seemed to be very empty.

Arthur had his mouth open and had a lot to say, but he couldn't say a word.

"Arthur, I heard what happened, and I thought about it repeatedly, and I always felt that the fault seemed to be on me. ”

Arthur's eyes widened, and he was anxious to sit up, his mouth shutting out, making strange noises, but not a word.

Simon grabbed Arthur's shoulders, pressed him back to the bed, and shook his head: "Arthur, I know what you have to say, we should have a good talk, but not now." You have a good rest, you think about it, and I will think about it again. ”

"Arthur, rest well, you're going to be very busy these two days!" Simon stood up and walked to the backyard, and after a while, there was the sound of iron striking in the backyard.

Arthur stared blankly in the direction in which Simon had disappeared.

The news of Arthur's awakening immediately plunged the small village into joy, and Arthur's house was full of people and gifts from the villagers. The sound of striking iron in the backyard would occasionally be interrupted, and the sound of striking iron would be remembered again when the guests left.

Arthur doesn't know how many people have passed recently, how many people have thanked him, the smile on his face has been a little stiff, but surrounded by everyone, shush the cold and ask for warmth, Arthur feels that the once very warm village has suddenly returned, maybe the village has always been warm, but the cold is him.

The girls had been here and chattered for a while, and Arthur, who usually had little to do with girls, also blushed for a while.

The little crying child in the class has come.

The warriors had arrived, and the Frudy Franz brothers held Arthur's hand and thanked him for his life-saving gesture.

Aunt Susan also came, and she couldn't help but open Arthur's quilt, shirt and even pants first, and Arthur lay on the bed with a red face and didn't dare to move. Susan saw that the wounds, large and small, that had healed, even the deepest wounds on her chest, looked much better. Susan thanked the gods loudly for their kindness, and then straightened her face and loudly lectured Arthur how irresponsible, how dangerous, and how scared she was. Until now, Arthur's ears are still buzzing from time to time.

The young warriors had also come, and Drake, who often incited everyone to bully him, brought bread from home equivalent to two days' food for him, and made Arthur laugh and cry.

There was only one person who had not been here.

Completely ignoring the danger, he threw the last axe to save Arthur, and Garcia stood defenseless in front of Arthur to face the giant claws of the terrifying sand lizard.

Garcia, who is Arthur's lifesaver.

Never came.

Arthur, who was grounded in bed, wanted Rose to convey his gratitude to Garcia, but Rose just smiled and patted Arthur on the shoulder, shook his head, and said nothing.

Gradually, half a month, or even a month later, no one came to visit Arthur anymore.

Arthur lay on the bed, and carefully reached into the gap between the splints of his left arm with his right hand, gently tickling.

He remembered what he had seen Garcia throw the axe before he fainted, and the intricate patterns on the axe, which he had drawn when the two of them were playing around when he was "teaching" him the art of tomahawk.

He remembered his worst ninth birthday.

Arthur may have known that this would be the outcome, and his father may have known that the two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding and tried to avoid that moment.

So on his ninth birthday, when the Hunters came to try, Arthur was the first to touch an iron weapon other than a dagger. He tripped over the tomahawk he had lifted with all his might. He was carried around by the knight's sword he swung. He also had his arm slashed by a short sword that flew up and down in his hand.

He pulled out his dagger and plunged it into the sand and cried, his ninth birthday was over.

Garcia didn't talk to Arthur much after this, and occasionally joined the team that mocked Arthur.

Maybe watching his former "teacher" make a fool of himself in front of the whole village and become the weakest person in the village, even if he is as strong as Garcia, it is difficult to accept.

But why Garcia, why Garcia came to his rescue? Arthur's brows furrowed tightly.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding-"

Arthur's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of striking iron from the backyard, which was far more crisp and rhythmic than Arthur had thought, and it seemed as if he had not heard such a crisp and pleasant sound for a long time - perhaps, once upon a time, the sound was also crisp and cheerful, but recently Arthur felt that they were heavy and messy.

Arthur remembered his stalking and the battle, remembered the way he was running in the sand, remembered the way he had trachedelic through the sand lizard's claws, and although the sand lizard was dying at the time, Arthur still thought it was incredible.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding-"

The sound of the father's iron was heard again, what did the father want to say to himself, and what should he say to his father?

Arthur watched the sunrise and sunset in the dim room day by day, and he always felt a little uncomfortable when he stopped training at all, the wound on his chest had begun to itch, and he could remove the splint from his left hand - of course, the movement had to be done carefully.

The sound of his father's iron had stopped, and Arthur thought that the next moment his father might come out of the door frame.

Simon stepped over the threshold, carrying a large wooden box, and walked in. It was getting late, so Simon put the wooden box on the table, lit the fireplace and hanging lamp, dragged a chair, and sat down in front of Arthur, his only remaining right hand rubbing his thigh.

Arthur also stared at the flickering flames in the lamp.

"Arthur, I think you should care a lot about the oath you made that day. ”

"We've been training for three months, you've been in bed for another month, and it seems to me that there's about half a month left before we can continue training. ”

"Roughly speaking, you still have a year and a half to face the selection team of the St. Aaron Imperial War College. ”

Arthur was silent and stared at his father silently.

"You probably have questions, and I think you probably figure it out these days. ”

"I'm sorry, Arthur, I couldn't explain it to you at first, I want you to use your body to remember and experience. But those aren't really hitting you, they're real training. ”

"That may be rough, but I think it's the most effective way, use your body to memorize how to dodge in all directions, when attacking with various weapons, Arthur, your strength is weak, and your body is very agile, for you, the best way to deal with it is not to parry, but to dodge. ”

"Arthur, every night, I am not teaching you, I want you to be able to react in time to any sound that is not right even in your sleep, your enemies will not always be the most glorious knights, and a knife in the dark will be enough to end your life. ”

"Before we attack, we need to learn how to defend, and before we kill, we need to know how to live. Great leaders, outstanding warriors, and not only people with outstanding skills, one of the most important reasons why they can continue to lead the people and lead the world is that they are still alive. ”

"Child, I want you to live. ”