Forty Eight

Kabal, Kabal, that's he's name. Now, I can't see through his mind. I don't know exactly why but I feel like I should watch him at least throughout today's training.

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Kabal sat at the wooden table working away with the bow and arrow laid in pieces. Beside him, Dalaine, his new patner alongside with other new recruits of the legion sat. They were all hunched over their weapons, hard at working on carving the bows and tightening the strings. According to their trainer, “a warrior who knows how to strng his bow is sure of a good fight. Your sting determines whether your arrow wouldh hit its target or not. Weapons break in battle, break on jouney, you must know how to repair them within a inch of a second. The greatest warrior is the greatest blacksmith, cobbler, carpenter, mender of all broken things"

The trainer, a young knight, walked through the rows of boys, leaning over, examining each one's work. " If you can't repair your weapon, you ar