Vol. 1 Chapter 18 - System-Skills (2)

Year: 297 A.C.

Two weeks' time has passed since Wulf was made a landed-noble and awarded the title of Lord of Winter-Hold, placing him amongst the nobility or the upper-class himself being the new owner of a twenty-acre plot of land, just due East of Winter-Town and Winter-Fell located along the Beoff River right on the outskirts of the settlement and seat of the Starks' entire Kingdom of the North, on the edge of the tree-line of the Wolf's-Woods….

Location: Winter-Town, Old-Nan's Hut

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As I exit my home entering onto the clean and smooth earthen-paths of Winter-Town, the town's paths recently being redesigned and hardened by Sensei Wulf, I take in all the noises and sounds of Winter-Town at the time of the sun's arrival as it announced itself by shining bright and life-force carrying rays of light, declaring to everyone that it is now morning….

After two-weeks of training, learning how to breathe properly to sense energy and forces of power within my surroundings or environment, learning how to meditate training and sharpening my mind….

I can finally sense 'mana or magic-energy around me naturally, whilst walking and breathing focusing on everything surrounding me all at the same-time, as well as not focusing on anything at all, if that makes any sense….

I've noticed the enhancement of my senses, as Sensei Wulf told us we would, once we had entered the first step of body-cultivation by sensing 'mana and consciously sending it through your blood, after breathing-in the energy be absorbed by the body to strengthen or refine the body….

I can see farther, hear more, I can even feel things more closely, all these thanks to my enhanced senses….

I feel light, yet stronger and more sturdy than ever before, my actions feel the most smooth and natural they have ever felt like before….

As I near the busy and noisy construction-camp, built on the edge of my lord and sensei's dojo-farm as he calls it, I think about what I am looking at being built and created here, not far from the edge of Winter-Town…. Sensei Wulf has said himself, his dojo-farm will be where he will train his disciples and grow all the crops, raise all the livestock and poultry that his disciples and his family will ever require and have enough left-over to sell, for the dojo-farm to financially-support itself….

My grandmother, Old-Nan, meets with Sensei Wulf everyday, as Sensei Wulf makes plan to create his own order of northern-knights, Sensei Wulf said it will be known as the Order of Yakuza….

The order will be well-trained, well-equipped, and well-fed Sensei Wulf has said many times, within the last two-weeks of martial-lessons and getting to know the mysterious-man….

"Hodor, Wulf will be out in just a moment, how are you this morn?" Lady Ros greeted me, telling me my sensei would be exiting their temporary-home any moment now, before asking me how I was, smiling her gentle and healing bright-smile she has….

"Lady Ros good-morn to you as well, I am wonderful it's so clean and pure smelling, since Sensei Wulf had trash-bins and public-toilets constructed…." I replied, mentioning how I enjoyed my morning-walk to sensei's place, without smelling piss or shit in the airs as I walked for once….

"It's amazing how big the difference is, I hear Wulf coming now, good-day Hodor…." Lady Ros responded, before turning to open the curtains covering the entrance of the earthen temporary-residence Sensei Wulf created, for Lady Ros and him to shelter and reside within until the main-residence of the dojo-farm is completed….

"Hodor, my boy good-morn to ya, we have a big day ahead of us…" Sensei Wulf spoke, greeting me before stating there was much to be done today whilst exiting the earthen-structure….

"Ros my dear, please take an inventory of our products, all the soap, paper, and glass-objects as well…. I will see you at noon meal-time, I will catch us a couple trout to prepare…. C'mon let us get this day started, Hodor…." Sensei Wulf told Lady Ros, speaking of some of his new inventions, he has created during the last two-weeks, before nodding his head in farewell to her, then turning whilst telling me to follow him….

We will be traveling to the castle of Winter-Fell, for Sensei Wulf's daily teachings, taught to the children of the Starks of Winter-Fell, where I join the lessons alongside the Stark-children….

Once Hodor and Wulf trudged through Winter-Town and arrived at the courtyard of Winter-Fell, that is used for the martial-training of the house-guards, who have sworn their service and loyalty to the Starks of Winter-Fell, as well as the training-ground used by the Stark-children for their martial-trainings also….

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"'Horse-Stance!…. Good, those are steady and sturdy forms…. You have all learned much and made me very proud these last two-weeks…. Which is why, I shall be crafting a customized and personalized glass-weapon in the style of your choosing, for each and every one of you…." Sensei Wulf spoke, ordering his students to assume the 'Horse-Stance, once they were in their stances, he continued to inform them of how pleased he had been with each of their dedication to his lessons and their growth over the last two-weeks….

"Can you make a glass-lance? Would that be possible Sensei Wulf?" Robb Stark immediately asked, calling Wulf Sensei Wulf, after the stranger had earned his complete and total respect, over the time Robb had known the man, the little over two-weeks he has known him….

"Sure, I can even form the sand in a way that when I melt it then cool it, it can even be flexible, therefore allowing me to be able to craft a bow and bowstring, out of glass…." Sensei Wulf replied, answering Robb's question whilst nodding his head then looking in Theon's direction, for he knew Theon was an archery-enthusiast and quite a talented one at that….

"A glass-bow would be godly, would it possible to craft glass-arrows as well?" Theon responded to Sensei Wulf, speaking of how much the idea of a glass-bow and glass-arrows sound divine, before asking if it would indeed be possible to craft arrows out of glass….

"It is possible indeed, whatever style or shape of weapon you wish for, I can create it…. I am a man of my word, name your weapon and it shall be built, or my name is not Wulf dé Midland…." Wulf said, confirming to Theon that his idea was indeed feasible, before declaring he could craft anything they could imagine, or he was not truly named what he tells everyone he is….