Swordmaster, My Ass!(Under Revision)

A dead man's son is an old man's disciple (2)

Babo climbed the steep mountain, jumping from boulder to boulder with relative ease while Jin struggled to keep up.

"Hey old man, give me a hand here," Jin said as he grabbed onto a boulder, his muscles aching with each pull.

Babo leaped on the top and looked down at Jin. "Try harder, I'm not taking a weak student."

"Easy for you to say," Jin muttered, straining as he hoisted himself up. "You're practically flying between these mountains."

The sun sunk in the west as Jin finally caught up to Babo, he gave himself one last pull mustering all the strength he could.

As he reached the top, he collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath. "This is too much for a seven-year-old don't you think, old man?"

Babo crossed his arms as he towered over Jin. "I think it's the bare minimum," he said as he walked into the wilderness.

Jin groaned as he pushed himself to his feet, legs shaking. "Wait!" he said as he followed Babo.

The sun has completely sunk as Babo and Jin traverse the dense forest. The air is cold, sending shivers down Jin's spine.

Babo halted his movements and looked back at Jin. "We're here."

Jin, who was looking around bumped into Babo. "Ack! What the hell!" Jin groaned, looking around.

He looked ahead and saw a plain house, a smokehouse on the left. "I'm staying here?" he asked, tilting his head as he looked.

Babo nodded enthusiastically, crossing his arms. "Of course! Isn't it beautiful?" he said proudly.

"Beautiful isn't really the term I was looking for..." Jin whispered but loud enough for Babo to hear.

He clasps his hands together and rubs it. "Since you are a strong man, you should have a lot of disciples, right?" he said as he imagined a lot of eager disciples.

Babo scoffed at Jin's words.

"You're the only disciple I've ever had, be grateful."

Jin's jaw dropped in shock.

"What the hell?! What do you mean?!"

Babo clicked his tongue and he put his hand on his hip. "I believe in quality over quantity."

Jin's eyes glowed with enthusiasm. "Does that mean I'm special?"

"No."

Jin's enthusiasm disappeared in an instant, and he frowned. "That's pretty harsh for you to say to your one and only student."

Babo turned around and started walking toward the house. "Follow me," he said as he turned slightly, looking at Jin.

Inside the house, flickering firelight cast dancing shadows across the walls. The air smelled of woodsmoke and dried herbs. Jin looked around, taking in the atmosphere.

Babo crossed his arms and cleared his throat.

"Ehem... This will be your new home from now on."

He walked deeper into the house. "Follow me, I'll lead you to your room," he said, glancing at Jin.

Jin followed Babo, looking around the house. Babo immediately halted.

"This'll be y-"

Pow!

Babo looked down, seeing Jin bump into him again. He groaned.

"Please look at where you're going."

He cleared his throat.