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Johnny got closer to Gyro while you tended your own wounds, cleaning the area and patching it up with a few bandages you had on you. Gyro didn't know how to start, and once he looked at you, he received a simple nod as encouragement.
"'Every man need a map... A map in his heart to ride across the wilderness.' that's what my father always said. My father was summoned by the king's servant once or twice a month. On those mornings, my mother would silently prepare a small meal.
"The meal consisted of fish, a loaf of bread and wine. My father would always eat before heading to the King's court, and at the same time, the king's servant would always ask me, 'Gyro, how old are you now?'
"'Nine years old, sir,' And that would be all he would ask.
"My father was a doctor, he examined both the rich and poor at his home clinic."
You were astonished. 'Someone who worked under the king? Then he truly isn't from here, he must be from somewhere in Europe.'
"Gyro. Come here..." Gyro's father called out to him, "come closer..."
The child listened to his father, nearing his father who was sitting behind a desk. The child saw on the hands of his father, a green ball that was rather anonymous to him.
"How will you take this Steel Ball in my hands?" Asked the blond male, and the curious child hesitated as he saw his father close his hands, turning his knuckles whites as he held the steel ball inside it.
Out of nowhere, books were thrown to the ground with the fist of the older Zeppeli. "Whoa! That's not right, Gyro! Not by cheating or dirty tricks!" And the child who was biting onto the flesh of his father listened as his father yelled at him, "I am talking about rotation! How will you take it from my fist using rotation?"
Gyro huffed and whipped the little drool that rolled down his mouth, "That's impossible, father..."
"Listen, Gyro. It's fine that you like to ride horses, but you are going to have to learn about the spin of the steel ball. You will need to be able to do everything by the time you are thirteen.
"Your grandfather taught it to me just as his father has taught him."
Gyro was caught by surprise, and the small child asked with curiosity visible in his defenseless eyes, "Why, father? What does the steel ball have to do with grandfather and great-grandfather?"
"Because the men of the Zeppeli family have always done this, and you can surely do it. You may leave now," his father dismissed him, and as the kid walked away, his father murmured, loud enough for his child to hear, "It's easier to place it in a hand than to take it away."
And Gyro Zeppeli stopped in his tracks, raising his fist to his face, and as he opened it, he saw the same green, steel ball his father has once had in his hand, too, "Whoa! No waa, when did he...?"
