Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT [Book - 1]

Chapter 23 - Adventures in the North 20.

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Jon Snow
North Kingdom, Wolfwoods, Glover Territory, 289 A.C., 3 moons later.
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"Come on, Jon! You can do better than that!" Ducken said, lifting and pointing his sword at Jon.

"I'm trying here..." Jon lamented, attempting to catch his breath, which was uneven at the moment, while trying to keep his sword raised.

"Let's keep going!" Jon said after regaining some breath. He stood a few meters from Ducken, who waited for the child in front of him to take the lead in attacking. It happened as expected.

Jon launched his attack with style and firmness in his cut, even though it was made by a child at the end of his 8 namedays. The sword collided with Ducken's other sword, easily stopping the child's attack.

Jon didn't wait another second to withdraw his weapon and launch a side attack, which was equally stopped by Ducken. But Jon persisted, vertical and horizontal cuts with good footwork, were made in the next few minutes. However, the boy never managed to break through the defenses of the adult man in front of him, who seemed to be playing with the boy.

"I think that's enough for today, Jon," he said to the boy, who sighed. He could barely catch his breath while being quite sweaty from the two-hour training.

"I know you want to get stronger, Jon. And damn, your movements and footwork already humble me if you compare them to my skills. But you're still a child; your potential is limitless, but you have to grow first. So, don't rush..." Ducken said as he looked at the boy. He had been training him for many moons, but no matter how much the boy improved and displayed a blade skill he had never seen before, he still needed to grow, absorb real combat experience, and create his own muscle memories, which could only develop over the years.

"I guess I can understand..." Jon sighed as he sheathed his custom-made sword with William's help.

"I'll deal with the giants then," Ducken said, leaving the area with a slight nod to Jon. The training location was a bit away from the old structures; with the help of the giants, they managed to create a space after removing some stones and cutting down some trees.

While Jon watched Ducken attend to the spectators who had just arrived, he prepared to return to the main area. While Ducken would be using that same space to train the giants, Jon convinced them to train as human warriors.

Giants usually didn't reach their full potential, as they lacked interest in and the development of an art for fighting, much like most of the Free Folk. They were more inclined to showcase their strength and ability as they fought in their lives, without any training since a very young age.

Seeing this hidden potential, because better than a giant who could swing a log, was a heavily armed giant who could fight with a giant sword and a colossal shield more effectively. While 15 men could deal with a traditional giant, I doubt a group of 30 armed men could effectively handle the same using this set of weapons.

After teaching Ducken keywords in the ancient language for giant training, he began training them with 4-meter wooden swords, which would be exchanged for steel once Jon and William finished their projects. Since the training began two moons ago, Ducken has been educating them rigorously every day. As the giants learn to follow the training, the man Jon asked to be their weapons master has lost some of the fear of angering a giant with this training.

Just as Ducken learned a bit of the ancient language, Jon is teaching the giants in the common tongue, but the most dedicated are the small twins and Seryna, who always accompany him after the boy Snow's physical training.
Arriving at the center of the location, he saw some wolves roaming freely. The she-wolf, Blackarrow, was next to her mate, Shadow, as she lay with her huge pregnant belly exposed, with a tongue sticking out between her massive fangs. She seemed to be enjoying the forest breeze alongside her mate as a cool wind blew over them.