Royuki followed his father to the training ground, where he saw a large and circular pit, surrounded by wooden stakes. The pit was filled with sand, rocks, and bones. The pit was the arena, where his father had trained for the Endless Battle of Hell. The pit was the place, where he would train for the Endless Battle of Hell.
His father stopped at the edge of the pit, and turned to Royuki. He said.
"This is it, son. This is where it all begins. This is where you'll learn the skills, the techniques, and the secrets of the chosen ones. This is where you'll face the challenges, the trials, and the dangers of the Endless Battle of Hell. This is where you'll become a warrior, a hero, a legend. This is where you'll become a chosen one, son. Are you ready, son? Are you ready, Royuki?"
Royuki nodded, and said.
"Yes, father. I'm ready. I'm ready, father."
His father nodded, and said.
"Good, son. Good. Then let's begin, son. Let's begin your first lesson, son. Let's begin your first task, son. Let's begin your first quest, son. The quest to find Modar, son. The quest to find the flaming blades, son. The quest to find the ultimate weapons, son. The weapons that will give you an edge, son. The weapons that will make you unstoppable, son. The weapons that will make you a chosen one, son. Are you with me, son? Are you with me, Royuki?"
Royuki nodded, and said.
"Yes, father. I'm with you. I'm with you, father."
His father smiled, and said.
"Good, son. Good. Then listen carefully, son. Listen to what I have to say, son. Listen to what you have to do, son. Listen to your first quest, son. The quest to find Modar, son. The quest to find the flaming blades, son. The quest to find the ultimate weapons, son."
He paused, and continued.
"Modar is an old friend of mine, son. An old friend, and an old master. A master of metal, son. A master of fire, son. A master of magic, son. A master of forging, son. A master of making weapons, son. The best weapons, son. The most powerful weapons, son. The most unique weapons, son. The weapons that can burn, son. The weapons that can blaze, son. The weapons that can flame, son. The weapons that he calls the flaming blades, son.
The flaming blades are his masterpiece, son. His masterpiece, and his secret. A secret that he shared with me, son. A secret that I share with you, son. A secret that only we know, son. A secret that only we can use, son. A secret that will give us an advantage, son. An advantage over our enemies, son. An advantage in the Endless Battle of Hell, son.
The flaming blades are not ordinary weapons, son. They are not swords, or axes, or spears, son. They are not made of steel, or iron, or bronze, son. They are not forged by hammer, or anvil, or fire, son. They are made of something else, son. Something special, son. Something rare, son. Something magical, son. They are made of dragon scales, son.
Dragon scales are the hardest, the strongest, and the lightest material in the world, son. They are also the rarest, the most expensive, and the most coveted material in the world, son. They are the material of legends, son. The material of myths, son. The material of dreams, son. The material of dragons, son.
Dragons are the most powerful, the most fearsome, and the most mysterious creatures in the world, son. They are also the most elusive, the most secretive, and the most endangered creatures in the world, son. They are the creatures of legends, son. The creatures of myths, son. The creatures of dreams, son. The creatures of fire, son.
Fire is the essence, the source, and the power of dragons, son. It is also the essence, the source, and the power of the flaming blades, son. The flaming blades can ignite, son. The flaming blades can combust, son. The flaming blades can explode, son. The flaming blades can burn anything, son. The flaming blades can burn everything, son. The flaming blades can burn your enemies, son.
But the flaming blades are not easy to find, son. They are not easy to make, son. They are not easy to use, son. They are the most difficult, the most complex, and the most dangerous weapons in the world, son. They require skill, son. They require discipline, son. They require wisdom, son. They require a master, son. A master like Modar, son.
Modar is the only one who can make the flaming blades, son. The only one who knows the secret, son. The only one who has the skill, son. The only one who has the dragon scales, son. The only one who can give you the flaming blades, son. The only one who can make you a chosen one, son.
But Modar is not easy to find, son. He is not easy to reach, son. He is not easy to convince, son. He is the most reclusive, the most secretive, and the most eccentric person in the world, son. He lives alone, son. He works alone, son. He trusts no one, son. He likes no one, son. He helps no one, son. Except me, son. And you, son.
Modar lives in the mountains, son. The mountains that are far, son. The mountains that are high, son. The mountains that are cold, son. The mountains that are dangerous, son. The mountains that are full of perils, son. The mountains that are full of beasts, son. The mountains that are full of bandits, son. The mountains that are full of traps, son. The mountains that you have to cross, son.
You have to cross the mountains, son. You have to find Modar, son. You have to ask him for the flaming blades, son. You have to complete your quest, son. You have to prove yourself, son. You have to earn your weapons, son. You have to become a chosen one, son.
That's your first task, son. That's your first lesson, son. That's your first quest, son. The quest to find Modar, son. The quest to find the flaming blades, son. The quest to find the ultimate weapons, son. Do you understand, son? Do you accept, son? Do you dare, son?"
Royuki nodded, and said.
"Yes, father. I understand. I accept. I dare."
His father nodded, and said.
"Good, son. Good. Then go, son. Go and find Modar, son. Go and find the flaming blades, son. Go and find the ultimate weapons, son. Go and become a chosen one, son. Go and make me proud, son. Go and make yourself proud, son. Go, son. Go, Royuki."
Royuki nodded, and left. He left his father, his teacher, his partner. He left the training ground, the clearing, the forest. He left his home, his past, his comfort. He left to find Modar, to find the flaming blades, to find the ultimate weapons. He left to become a warrior, a hero, a legend. He left to become a chosen one, his father's son, his father's son.
