the beginning
The city oasis was covered in darkness, the rhythm of which was not broken by anything except the lanterns that gave off a weak, trembling light. There were about thirty steps between each lantern and the other. The stillness of this scene was broken by a few steps here and there, unsteady, swaying steps, dragging a bottle of wine behind him and moving with the wind…
Bam… he bumped into someone… it took him some time to notice that he had bumped into a tall, sharp-featured, brown-haired armored man… he was just an ordinary knight… he couldn't notice him because of the intense darkness that was not mitigated by the fragile light of the lanterns that trembled with the wind, nor the light of the blue moon… a blue as intense as the blue of seawater…
The drunkard didn't bother apologizing… and the knight didn't bother turning around to stop the drunkard and protest to him in order to apologize… Bam… the drunkard bumped into another knight… who shouted at him angrily, unlike the first man… Get out of here, you filthy man
The knight said…
I've been fighting all night, I feel like I I will die… The knight kicked him on the butt angrily
The number of knights in the place increased. Everyone had returned from the valley after a long night of fighting…
The first knight continued walking, ignoring the quarrel between the knight behind him and the drunkard, as did the rest of the knights. After a long night of fighting, no one cared about this ridiculous quarrel. Despite the quietness of the arena, the sound of thoughts was clear and loud… Their ultimate goal was to throw away their shields and lie down to rest their tired bodies…
As he climbed onto the faces of the knights who had filled the arena with expressions of fatigue and exhaustion… The first knight faced those expressions, trying to raise his tired eyelids after that long night… He wanted to think about something… He wanted to discuss something with himself. The echo of thoughts in his head increased until it reached the threshold of his house… Which cut off his train of thought
He wanted to continue thinking, but his exhausted body screamed otherwise… Which forced him to submit to his body, closing his eyelids, ignoring the obsessions of those thoughts…
He woke up in the morning The next day, the calm rays of the sun touched his face...which brought back to him an obsession with loneliness and thinking...and despite the hell he lived through last night, he preferred it to the loneliness and boredom that devoured him every day.
Realizing that he had slept on the doorstep, he pushed the door open and entered his house...which the sight of it only made him feel disgusted and revulsed...
After a night of hell trying to survive...I come back here? He muttered to himself.. But I swallowed a good amount of experience last night... Which made my body stronger and my vision sharper...
But the expression of disgust appeared on his face again after realizing that he had repeated the same thing that happened last year... And the year before that... And he will repeat it next year as well... Just a war every year when the moon turns blue like the sea and when the stars change their places... The people of the western valley fight the people of the eastern valley...
They fight each other to gain experience... Which enables them to develop their abilities as humans or even discover new things like new minerals, new technologies, and even new equations... Kenneth, who fought like a rabid dog last night... He gained some experience that was higher than usual... Every year he swallowed an estimated three mouthfuls of experience, but he swallowed five mouthfuls this time... But he enjoyed some advantage because he had inherited some experience from his parents...well to be clear experience is like xp in this world
Yes, experience is inherited in this world...
..kneeth suddenly stumbled upon one of the boxes in his room... Was he expelled? From who? Oh, it must be my mother... Even though she's fighting with me, she's the only one who might care to send me something.....