Vol. 1 Chapter 19 - System-Skills (3)
Year: 297 A.C.
After the morning class, Wulf collected the requested-designs for the weapon each student chose, with the class completed Hodor and his Sensei Wulf left the castle of Winter-Fell, as they exited the gates of Winter-Fell….
Location: Kingdom of the North, Winter-Town
PovHodor
"Hodor, remind me to attempt to achieve or accomplish wood-style from 'Naruto, I know you don't know what that means, But do try to remember the words, wood-style and 'Naruto at the least please…." Sensei stated to me, to which I listened and held-onto every word he spoke, wondering what he could be referring to….
"When would you like to plan for attempting this, Sensei Wulf?" I replied, asking him when would be the best time for me to remind him of his words, specifically the words wood-style and 'Naruto….
"I would like to get the plumbing for the main-residence completed today, preferably before noon at dinner-time, after we finish eating dinner would be a good time to remind me to work on the wood-style…." Sensei Wulf answered, stating that right after lunch-time would be a good time to remind him of this wood-style and 'Naruto….
I glanced at the main-residence Sensei has been working on everyday, once we arrive here after leaving the Stark's daily-lessons with my teacher….
An entire structure built out of glass, formed from the 'Elemental Martial-Arts I hope to one day learn from Sensei Wulf….
The floor and walls still have many openings where they have not been completed yet, as sensei said once he finishes installing glass-pipes for the plumbing and laying the copper-wiring as he calls it for something he named or called electricity….
Sensei say he can only do so much construction work daily, we all have a mana-core that will be depleted as we start using 'Elemental Martial-Arts, til we will be forced to recharge or regenerate our mana-reserves of our mana-core inside our body, if we wish to continue using the powers or abilities that consume mana to be performed or used….
Sensei usually splits the rest of his time after his daily construction-work, between visiting Winter-Town and learning about all the villagers and peasants living around the settlement that surrounds Winter-Fell of the Starks, an ancient and formidable castle that has withstood hundreds upon hundreds of years, weathering the elements of nature and time alike, as well spending time each day to work on what he calls the chemical-processes in order to create the soaps, papers, and even fine-wines that he brews in large glass-cauldrons and other glass-containers or objects, like the ones he calls distillers….
"Fuck me side-ways, this river is not near deep or wide enough to provide the energy I need…. It will just be another thing, I have to add to the list shit that needs done, taking up yet more of my time and mana-reserves…." Sensei Wulf stated aloud as he glanced towards the river, cursing and speaking on how the river was not to his liking….
"We can have a sort of a open-air themed farmer's-market, I can just slap a couple simple glass structures, we can sell off the dojo-farm's goods here…. I will have Ros begin selling the goods we have amassed so far, once I have some income we can start recruiting for the 'Yakuza of Winter-Hold…." Sensei spoke, changing the subject and his tone from a disappointed and pissed-off tone to a much more happy or excited sounding speech, as he spoke of a farmer's-market, his inventions, gold, Lady Ros, finally his order of knights he has monikered the 'Yakuza of Winter-Hold….
As Hodor helped his sensei work on installing glass-pipes among other things Sensei Wulf, wanted to complete before lunch-time, at the 'Whispering-Maiden, the only brothel of Winter-Town….
PovJonSnow
"I think Lu Bu's Sky-Piercer Halberd sounds like the weapon I wish to ask for, Sensei Wulf's stories about Lu Bu are the best…." Robb spoke, speaking on Lu Bu and his weapon he uses in the stories our newest martial-teacher has told us recently, as he, Theon, and I were drinking a bit before we needed to get about our daily-tasks….
"I'm going for a bow and arrows, I can't wait to see them shining and glistening in sun, the ladies will love it I am sure…." Theon said, his word's not surprising anyone, for everyone knows of his liking for archery….
"What about you Jon? Are you going to choose a sword?" Robb asked me, causing me to stop my current thoughts, to thing about his question and what I would wish for….
"A Bastard-sword? Haha, I could not help it…." Theon questioned, making a joke about my bastardry, bristling my hairs a little bit as I lost control of my thoughts once again….
"Perhaps, I'm off, good-day to you both…." I curtly replied, before finishing off my tankard of drink to rise from the table and leave the establishment….
"It was just a joke, gods…." I heard Theon's voice say, as I walked out of the 'Whispering-Maiden with my back to them, whilst throwing my hand in the air to signal I was not bothered, even though in truth it still irks me when anyone say anything about the words bastard or bastards….
I decided to walk towards the newest attraction around Winter-Fell, 'Wulf's Dojo-Farm or as he as named it Winter-Hold, a beautiful and tall glassen-building that can only be described as magical….
No mortal man could create something like that, especially not by themselves and practically from nothing, besides his own power over the elements….
Wulf has even helped clean and pave the paths of Winter-Town, during some of his free-time causing many of the peasantry to be utterly confused, hearing the man tell them, "I just can't stand the stench or the sight of piss and shit…." He would reply when they asked him why he was doing it….
A strange and mysterious man Wulf is, always speaking of many things as he has told us so many different stories or legends on many different subjects or people….
The man does not judge, at the least not like everyone else that learns of my bastardry and heritage, he once told me "I wish I was a bastard, my only purpose in life is killing my own father with my bare-hands as I clutch the life from him gripping his neck and squeezing until I hear the sound of my clasp on his neck crushing and cracking his spine…."