A Bare Fist that can shatter any obstacle...
A Tempered Body that cannot be broken...
One tool to reach any destination...
Another to create your own path...
This is all he had when he walked away from his home. His father "had thought him enough", and went back to his 20 elder sons. He had made the Bare Fist known throught his homeland, but had only returned when he had received a letter saying on the sons he fathered during his travels as a Wandering Breeder showed to be worthy of the teaching of the Bare Fist. His father thought him, but did nothing else beyond that. He never gave his opinion of his dreams of seeing the world, unless him saying that "with a trained body and strong will, anyone could reach the ends of the world" was his way of approving or accepting...
His father left him behind, so he left his home as well. He walked through the old roads, certain that he would find a challenge to earn his freedom with his own satisfaction. He took with him the tools that had been discarded by the townsfolk, and then by his own father on the claim that his hands were capable enough...
He made the rope for the hook, which might have been a thief's tool if it weren't so brightly clean and preserved. He started making the rope to use it by itself at first, but whenever he added to its length he remembered the abandoned tool. When his father announce his leave, giving him no instructions, he decided to add as much lenth to the rope as he could suffer himself to make...
The other tool was quite unusual. At first it seemed to be an odd shovel, with a sword-like guard and an extra grip on the middle, but the head was even more bizarre: one side was sharpened like an axe would be, whilie the other was serrated, the line of sharp teeth ending ju before the curve began. He thought many time of a name for the chimera of solid wood and coldmetal, but the few that came to mind were from thoughts of people he would not have anything to do with...
As he was lost in his thought, some one from the small town called out to him and gave him a large cloth. He looked at it and then at sky, and realized it was likely to encounter rain. He gave a grateful bow and covered himself with the cloth, finding it could work as a simple cape... perhaps a loincloth, if he WANTED it to...
As he walked on the forgotten road, he thought of two places he could go, and the routes that would take him there.
A growing city was ahead, but the trading road avoided a forest most stayed away from. Going through the forest would shorten the distance, but not the perils...
There were also the mountains leading to a city far away. There's no travel in that direction, but it would be the shortest, and hardest route to a new place....
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