CHAPTER 2
GHAMURANT STYLE TRAINING
The Ghamurant house boasted of a sweet but liberating tranquility from the weary beast employees, Aria, who performed the daily chores she performs in the paperwork of her employment.
It was impossible for him not to be distracted by the sudden thought of his young lady as he carried a pair of sacks filled with rice.
For, during this morning when the sun barely came out to greet by the reflection of its dim light inside the windows and blinds of Aria's room, her placid sleep was abruptly interrupted by the noise of the door opening with great force.
Darko, smiling and looking sleepy but with spirits in the skies early in the morning, on both hands, a jug of alcohol with the mark of the people ogro.
Galia was not disturbed by the vandal blow of the door, since the little one had a rather heavy floor; on the other hand, Aria, confused, woke up instantly, with her hair disordered and those somnolent celestial eyes, begging for more sleep before the day began.
A confused Aria was the first person to comment before carving her eyes with the sleeve of her pajamas.
"¿M-Master Darko... what are you doing up so early?"
Darko, who listened intently to him, did not really have an excuse or explanation for the still-sleepy maid's question.
"Nothing important, to tell you the truth, but I need my granddaughter for a while, so with your permission".
"¿Uh?"
To the surprise of the young employee, Darko made a move that was not expected. With different, but few steps, I reach where Galia slept rolled up between the sheets belonging to Aria.
Those sleeping eyes popped open when Darko took her beloved granddaughter in her slender but well-crafted arms. With no answers or explanations, Darko vanished from the room with Galia on his shoulder, even with the blankets around his body, leaving an air of dismay without ever getting used to the sudden actions of his master.
But it was then that he remembered: today was the acclaimed official sword training for Galia.
Aria, resigned, just pleaded for the welfare of his young lady, although, if his teacher was over the line, no doubt he would reproach him. At the end of the day, Galia is still just a mere calf and training that requires overexertion can affect her growth; Aria certainly cared too much.
Shaking his head, he focused on his present, leaving the bags in the place indicated to him, the yard store of the house.
The sigh traveled from those rosy lips, holding back the drops of sweat from the heat inside the store with the sleeve of her maid's dress, thinking once again of Galia. That little beast girl is special in her heart.
"I hope the master is not being so hard on you, my lady..."
Meanwhile, Galia had a problem in her hands and a backpack with an excessive weight on her back. Since hours before the younger Ghamurant had awakened from her sleep by consequence of grandfather with a rather macabre plan, to throw it in the lake near the house full of magical water lizards, Hungry enough to devour everything that enters the water or even touches it.
Of course, the lizards did not hesitate for a second as soon as Galia's body sank into the thick green water, the first of them, one, a hungry brood, took a bite on Galia's spongy tail.
As a result, he ran through an electrifying wave through the spine of little Ghamurant, and in a blow he came out of the water with that lizard between each of those claws of his fingers, squeezing it with immense fury.
"¡I'm going to kill you, you fucking animal!" Although, suddenly, he was interrupted.
"¡Oh, ho, ho, ho! ¡I see that you wake up in a very good mood, my dear Galia!"
His grandfather joined in with cheers and encouragement, Galia, as soon as she woke up, gave him a look of death, sighed and analyzed his surroundings; finding himself in the forest, certainly far from home, even a little more than the day before when he looked for that eight-legged bug.
This confused him, because he had no idea what he was doing in this place, much less why he was a moment ago in the depths of the lake with a magic lizard chewing his tail.
Until his brain shrunk at a click and remembered his long-awaited training with the sword, but still a doubt hovered over his head.
I don't like this at all... Grandpa's face is creepy, ugh, ¡¿why the fuck should this be so far from home?!
Galia's thoughts burst into doubt and questions, for, as she thought, the older man of the Ghamurant house's expression was not primarily a dresser.
Ears and tail were tense, but, for his integrity, he preferred not to ask about it. Still, she was upset to have been thrown into that lake and of course, the only cause of this in the eyes of little Galia was none other than her grandfather, since he is the only person who is right here with her.
"¡Grandpa, you're a complete idiot! ¡¿Who said it's a good idea to throw a poor girl like me into a lake while she sleeps peacefully?! Moreover, ¡¿full of lizards who did not hesitate to want to devour me?!".
His usual annoying tone came back, after experiencing various expressions earlier by the thoughts that hit his brain. Like it or not, Darko was more than aware that Galia wasn't lying.
After all, only a fucking lunatic would dare throw his own granddaughter into a lake full of hungry animals, just to wake her up and, well.
"¡Come on, we both know you have the heaviest sleep of shit, Galia! Besides, there's no way you could've died for something as insignificant as that. You're my granddaughter, after all."
Darko Ghamurant proudly bore the title of being called a complete lunatic, not discriminating against anyone in his madness, including his own family.
In response to his granddaughter's comment, I look at him, something that Galia barely noticed. His grandfather carried a backpack on his back, a backpack that certainly looked too heavy, because it seems to want to explode at any moment. With her eyes raised, Galia pointed at the backpack with her index finger, questioning why she was carrying it.
"¿And that... why do you bring it?"
"¿Uhm? ¡Oh! This is a little surprise for you, I hope you like this little gift from your dear and great grandfather, Galia."
That burlesque tone of breath did not please the young Ghamurant at all, much less when her grandfather set out to take his backpack off his back and throw it at Galia's feet.
The backpack sank into the ground creating a hole and a window of dust, the small, disoriented, looked at his bare feet because his grandfather brought him to this place even in his pijamas. He looked up to meet his grandfather, pointing out with his eyes that he was carrying that backpack at this very moment. Galia, gave a sip of saliva.
"Is this some kind of joke?" I question the little one.
"Noup, not at all".
No disdain, replied Darko, adding up that silly expression on his face, which annoys Galia enormously.
The little one took the backpack, but it is ridiculously heavy.
Galia took a deep breath and pulled with all the strength she had, continued and continued to exert force in her grip until the moment when she managed to place the backpack on her back so that it did not take long to fall face down against the ground.
The silhouette of his tiny body was drawn on the ground; Darko did not take a second to laugh in front of his granddaughter. The hunger began to take effect in Galia's stomach and the start of this morning was not especially encouraging, its fury only increased.
"¡Will you shut up, you fucking old man!"
Without rechiste, Galia snorted, tried to stand up and succeeded although both legs trembled slightly. He shook the dust of his clothes, I see again, his gaze focused on that of his grandfather.
"I guess this is all part of the training, ¿but what exactly is this ridiculously heavy thing for?"
"You hit the nail and answering your question, well, it's easier to look behind you".
His answer was not entirely clear to Galia; he raised his eyebrow, but chose to listen to the old man.
He gave a respite to peek behind his back and take a sublime surprise. A fully designed circuit at every possible scale, trees of decoration and finely excavated earth that in result granted a path, but not a quiet one, if not one full of all kinds of traps. Spikes, ropes, beasts, of absolutely everything to add, whose walk towards with the ultimate goal of climbing a mountain that in sight was not for the taste of little Galia, no doubt it was fucking immense.
The landscape created a mess for Galia, as she already had in mind what was waiting for her and the thoughts that are possibly crossing through her grandfather's head.
That is, the little Ghamurant expected something like this after all, it was her grandfather Still, deep down, I hoped that the training would not go beyond simple lessons of combat and theory with the sword.
However, this did not displease him at all; even the emotion radiated from his spirit. Without exception, his grandfather had not let him down at all.
An infernal training awaited him and that was what he longed for. After all, granddaughter and grandfather were not so different from each other; their explosive personality was what held them together. Galia could not wait any longer to start.
"Your smile no doubt confirms to me how excited you are, so let us take this training as a start with the search for your own path to the sword. ¡ Pure Ghamurant style!"
"¡Jo, jo! ¡I promise not to let you down, you stupid grandpa!"
Without complaining, he joined the circuit prepared by Darko himself exclusively for the training of his granddaughter, a training that basically consists of climbing up and down this mountain full of all kinds of tricks, adding the extra weight of that exhausting backpack of a formidable weight with the desire to improve Galia's stamina and physical strength in the most painful way and with overexertion possible.
Galia was a ghamurant after all. Although it is likely that all this will be worth a scolding to Darko by Aria.
Despite this, the path of the sword of Galia is just beginning to build its own path and, without complaint, will find the end of whose sword until it reaches the handle and holds it. Although, all this caused a little shiver to Aria, suddenly she was upset while watering the flowers of the house field.
"My lady..."