Well all things come as all things go, as they say...
Well, I suppose that does not consider every thing.
Indeed...
Even so, a properly good morning unto you, my dear reader...
A properly good morning indeed.
A new dawn breaks forth from the horizon.
Why, I do suppose that you already have a proper understanding of these things.
Even so, do say...
How does your day find itself now?
Cold and rainy once more?
Why, it is that time of the year for you.
Do be careful now.
'Twould be strange if your weren't.
Yes.
The very horror that is...
Well...
I won't bother you with the details...
Ahem...
And of the very same, shall I continue the tale.
Indeed.
And of where we did leave ourselves...
Was it as the very tradesman...
The de facto leader of the travelling traders...
Brought his blade out to fight a useless battle against the beast...
Truly, a brave man he must be, even and so, as he would surely have died.
A shame, I say.
Even so, did he attempt to fight.
However, as he did close his eyes...
Why, did the very beast that once threatened his life now find itself upon the ground...
And later, well...
I already told you these things.
Indeed...
With a rushing through the grass did the grand lad manage to save the man's life...
All at the very last moment.
Yes.
Leaving to their very eyes and awes a somewhat, how you say...
Well, I do suppose you can imagine that.
Indeed.
May I regale you with a few tales of what happened prior, dear reader?
The very livelihood of the young lad in the days prior, as well as...
Of course, what happened right after?
Yes...
Hmmm?
Why, the very young lad partook of fresh fruit and animal flesh for all these days...
Hunting them on his lonesome, as one would say.
An easy task for him, of course.
Even so, did he continue in his arduous pursuit of but one thing...
To avoid those coming for him, for...
Indeed...
Be a failure when it turns to things of foolishness.
The very young lad is not free.
Nay.
The Knights shall come upon him.
Indeed.
They still give chase.
Even to this day.
Moving along.
Ah, yes...
'Twas as the very young lad did indeed toss the dead creature upon the ground beside him, even so, as they all marvelled at his very countenance...
That, well, I do suppose I should add...
That the very young lad now beheld muddy clothing...
Scratches here and there...
To say nothing of the tears from his previous assaults from the Knights in the book prior...
Indeed.
However, what did catch the man by the name of Fren Chavelier...
To say nothing of his compatriots...
Was not merely his age, or his feats, or even so, his very appearance...
Nay, 'twas his eyes...
His very...
Lost...
Eyes...
Hmmm?
Why, 'tis of the many things of those born male, I would say.
For, indeed...
The very lad, why...
Hmmm...
Well, perhaps 'twould be best to leave that explanation for later...
Hmmm?
Oh, do see if you yourself can find the answer...
In the writings of mine.
Indeed.
Now then, moving along...
I shall have to explain in detail what happened next, for...
'Twas of them all, the man Fren Chavelier...
Who did out of all of them...
Raise his hand towards the grand lad, and thereof, I say...
After a mere passing of moments following his very observation of his rescuer...
Fren: Why... thank you, my good Sir!
Do note the very usage of the word here...
"Sir!"
Indeed...
With a smile and a look to the boy's eyes did he say this all...
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Face beaming as the humans do, really...
And of the very same, why...
Did the very subject of these adulations simply turn to him with a face most...
How you say, blank...
Indeed...
Cold, would one call it...
Why, the very look upon his face...
It did cause them all to ponder upon things...
Yes...
Albeit, one could tell...
That the very look to his face...
In it...
Indeed...
Was there not a trace of rage or anger towards them...
Yes...
The very many things of this life, one would say...
Indeed...
Not a sword at hand nor a blade afoot...
With bare hands did he kill the beast, and thereof...
With dark eyes did he look upon them all...
One after the other...
From the very man with an outstretched arm...
To the very woman pulling herself from her own carriage...
Where she had hidden herself to hide from the beast.
Indeed.
With a very look to the right did he turn his eyes back to the very one who held his hand out to him...
Outstretched still...
The very beast, well...
Fully, dead...
I shan't have to bore you with the details of that.
And of the very same, did he simply...
Jake: You should leave this place. Find yourselves far from it.
Speak his mind, ever so bluntly and blankly.
The very words, I would say...
Why, did the man find himself taken somewhat aback by it all...
However, as you shall soon know by the very ends of this book...
This man, Fren Chavalier...
Is not one to so simply lose heart.
Indeed.
For the very man ever so lightly reduced his grip.
Lowering it by a mere bit...
Before...
Fren: Oh, well, oh...
After a moment of reconsideration...
Fren: Very well then, my good Sir!
All the while keeping his face alight with a smile.
A curious thing about this man, I should say.
Indeed.
Even so, did he turn to the side, all the while an honest smile, I should add.
Why, an intriguing man, I should say...
Before...
Fren: However, and I do beg your pardon, my good Sir...
His words turning the young lad's eyes back to his...
Fren: You see, I and my compatriots find ourselves to be in the business of trading and travelling.
The very man earnestly lifted his hand to his breast and went on...
Fren: We are a band of merchants, simply put. We travel the cities of Vanamour, trading our wares between towns here and there. 'Tis simply our way of life.
And then with an ever so slightly noticeable change in tone, why...
Fren: However, I'm afraid that today our very paths have been a bit, how you say... why, ... we do seem to be lost would be the very best way to put it.
The young lad kept his eyes ever so unceasingly the same.
Not a change in tone, one would say.
Fren: You see, according to my map, the very many of us should be able to travel quite relatively safely... across the borders of the cities of Vanamour. However, it would seem that we have veered a might bit too far from the border. Yes. Well, I do suppose that we are not lost... simply... quite a bit trapped... for, according to our map, our next destination is beyond the river and behold... there remains no way to cross it but to follow it to the end.
And with a bow, did the man continue...
Fren: And so, I and my compatriots...
The very many of them doing the very same.
They all, one and the lot of them, did bow.
A curious thing to note, dear reader.
Indeed.
Fren: ... would like to request that you, oh great Knight, assist us in our journey. And assuredly, we shall pay you handsomely for your efforts.
Yes...
Following these words were many mentions of "Yes" and "indeed".
Truly, I say unto you dear reader, truly...
Even so, did the men of the troop agree...
And the women with their chirpier voices agree also...
Yes...
However, did the young lad fail to answer any one of those queries but for...
Jake: I am no Knight.
Indeed...
Leaving them all in silence, all the while as the lad simply walked towards the man...
In the very same direction from whence he came.
A simple, and relaxed walk one would call it.
Refusing to look anywhere else but towards his goal.
And of the very same, why...
Was the very Fren Chavalier quite perplexed, one would say...
Why, did the very man's eyes widen and al the sorts of things one would expect...
Even so, did he raise his head from his bow...
His very compatriots following the same...
Fren: But... truly...
'Twas a shock to see one so strong all this close to the capital to fail to be a Knight, one would say...
Indeed...
And as Jake Phyr did simply walk right past him...
Fren: ... that...
Yes, the very man's eyes did follow him as he walked...
A most strange occurrence to him, one would say...
For the very grand lad did soon disappear into the trees...
Leaving them all very little to say in rebuttal, one would argue...
Indeed.
Now, dear reader, for you I do have yet another question?
Do you believe that the young lad has abandoned them?
Hmmm?
Indeed...
For...
As he did walk to the trees...
Did the very travelling band man Fren Chavalier soon say...
Fren: But... Sir...
Why, he did hope to continue this conversation...
The very words failing to leave his lips before...
A very great creaking sound was heard...
Yes...
Even so, the cries of many a bird and many an animal...
Yes...
'Twas a sight for them all, I would say.
The very many of them, man and beast, did all turn to the direction to which the young lad had walked, and thereof...
Did they soon take proper notice of a tree.
Indeed.
A very mighty tree.
One whose height surpassed the very many of them all that found themselves about it.
And thereof, I say...
Did the very grand lad's actions cause the very tree to begin to swish left and right...
Yes...
A marvel in their eyes...
To see something so mighty...
Find itself slowly being ripped apart.
The depth of humanity, I must say.
Moving along...
As Jake Phyr did twist this tree left and right, were many a sound heard from the cries of wild beasts...
Even so, big and small...
Before they and they all fled the scene...
Leaving the vicious creaking and shaking to end with a proper and loud...
Snap!
Indeed...
The very young lad had...
Yes...
With his very bare hands, twisted a massive tree...
The very reason to cause it to fall...
However and also, to all those watching by, enamoured by the very sight before them...
Did the rustling of leaves in their ears, as the very tree fell...
Fail to end in a proper smashing to the ground...
For, indeed...
The very young lad had taken proper hold of it...
Keeping the massive tree from falling...
And now holding onto it...
And thereof, why...
I do believe you do see where this is going, dear reader...
Indeed...
The very young lad carrying the very tree...
Holding it horizontally...
Fren: My word...
Yes, the very man was truly perplexed.
As the sounds of very heavy footsteps followed by a tree tearing itself as it passed through the many trunks of its fellows...
Leaves and branches being torn apart as the young lad pushed it through the trees...
Even so, as the very man...
Fren: (thinking: I see...) Madam Thornberry, come with me.
With the woman besides him took a few steps out of the way...
As...
Behold...
To their very own eyes...
A giant of a tree...
Indeed...
From the very top, a mess of leaves in its wake...
Moving in a straight line...
Slowly, however, not in an uneven pace...
All the way towards the river...
Yes...
That was the very idea of the young lad...
It's mighty trunk...
Why, the very girth...
It did amaze those, most especially the more inexperienced...
Those yet to have seen a Knight or shinobi in battle...
Indeed...
And as their eyes in awe observed it all...
Comments in shock and amazement of the thing before them...
As their eyes approached the very centre of the tree...
Just as it came out of the woods.
A most impressive thing to have taken their eyes for so long, one would say.
Why, would even the very experienced of them all soon surmise...
Fren: (thinking: This child... is far stronger than any ordinary Knight...)
Indeed...
And at the very tail end of this massive tree, was found finally, the young lad...
Yes...
With his arms carrying it to his side...
Opened wide as his arms could allow him to...
Truly, one may say that widening his arms to carry it was the very biggest of his struggles here...
Even so, not a very big one...
For, unflinchingly, did he carry the very tree...
Step after step...
His eyes careful to mind where he was going...
Saying nothing of his other senses...
As he carried the very tree all the way to the river...
Indeed...
Step after step.
Heavy steps, I should say...
The very all of them in silence at this marvel of a sight.
Indeed.
One man, nay, one mere youngster.
To perform so much more than anything they could ever imagine.
Truly, I say...
Were they all, tradesmen...
Fully and utterly perplexed by the works of his hands...
Indeed...
All before, why...
The very young lad, a mere step or so away from the river...
Did soon decide to pause...
The idea to gently drop the tree unto the river to form a sort of bridge, one would say...
Yes...
However, why...
Did the very young lad simply toss it into the air...
All for it to land with a massive crashing to the ground...
The very kind of which echoed throughout the forest...
To say nothing of the effect it had on all those who found themselves present...
Yes...
They all...
Fully stunned and intimidated by the young lad's works...
Indeed.
Moving along.
Did the young lad there and then take a moment to admire his handiwork.
A mere moment, I would say.
He searched the tree bottom to top.
Indeed.
Not a crack and also, the very end of the tree did reach the other side of the river.
Even more, was the tree far more than merely more than enough, is what one would say.
Yes...
And with that, the young lad clapped his hands, a day well done, before...
Jake: There. Use the tree.
Fren: My word...
The very young lad did turn back to the woods...
Not a word to be said after.
Yes.
The very young lad did indeed turn his head to the forest.
However, the very man by the name of Fren Chavalier...
Why, did his lips soon open to say...
Fren: Goodness! Why... thank you, dear la... Why... What shall I call you?
The very young lad did continue his pace towards the forest.
All the same as...
Fren: No wait!
Indeed.
The very man was not so simply done with all that, now was he?
No, no, no.
Humans, I say...
Can be very interesting...
Fren: Wait, my good Sir!
'Twas at his second mention of the phrase that the young lad did finally halt himself...
Hmmm?
No, not for his calling him "Sir"
However, a good guess, I should say.
No, 'twas for the fact that the young lad was simply like that.
And of the man, why...
Fren: Wait! Shall you truly leave us without some sort of reward?
Indeed...
The man rushed to him with a smile on his face, not a doubt in his mind...
As for the young lad, why...
At his pausing, just as the very man had very nearly come upon him...
Jake: I have no need for any sort of prize or anything of the sort. Simply find yourselves safe by the borders of the nations. That is all.
However, why...
Fren Chavalier was taken only slightly aback by this...
And thereof...
Fren: But... my word... you simply cannot leave without partaking of some sort of produce. Why...
And of that did the man look to his clothing...
The very torn pieces here and there and surmise...
Fren: What of this? Perhaps I shall give you some more comfortable clothing?
Well, I shall stop there for now...
Do have some fun, dear reader...
'Tis as I always say...
Fun is fun, truly...
Fun is fun.