The goddess of victory; Nike, descends to the lower world in search of children with strong souls. She spreads her wings, soaring across the sky until her search takes a city where a fateful encounter awaits. Many gods are searching and the world is...
Five days have passed since leaving Pars, and the Nike Familia continued on their way to the Wishe Forest. Their journey had taken them through several cities before the map had taken them off the main road. They spent most of the previous day traveling through a vast forest that seemed to go on forever. They occasionally battled monsters that ran in groups, Lizard Men, orcs, a few Hell Hounds and crafty Imps. The forest was also home to beasts that didn't bother them too much, with the exception of a boar that ended up becoming dinner. Selecting a clearing to set up camp, the familia of three ended another day. Nike stayed up with them as Evan and Eugeo alternated look-out duty while keeping the fire maintained.
Throughout the night they could hear the howling of Kobalds, The deeper they went in the more the forest felt like a small haven for monsters. But they never came near the campsite. The forest was fertile with fruit and edible plants, there were so many species of edible flora and fauna it almost made sense why they were mostly ignored by predators. According to their map, they should be getting close. but the forest was so massive and there weren't any roads that would give a direction to their destination.
The light of the sun shined down on the campsite, Nike stirred awake in her sleeping bag. Two days ago as a precaution they had bought three of them, plus a rucksack which they loaded with cooking supplies, fruits, vegetables and spices, along with dried meat, pasta, barley and bread. These were supplies that would last them on the road for a while until they got to where they were going. As always Evan was the first one up, he'd gone and gathered some Masalanuts for breakfast before starting his training. By the time Eugeo woke up nearly an hour later; he was in a full sweat and and deep into his morning workout. After getting himself situated Eugeo joined him, as to not wake up Nike they skipped sparring and just practiced sword swings. The daily goal for every morning was at least 1000 swings before breakfast, with focus and fluidity given into every swing.
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"998, 999, 1000!" Eugeo counted his last ten swings, being satisfied at achieving his daily goal.
"Nice Eugeo, now give me 1000 more!" Evan ordered, causing Eugeo to silently deadpan.
"Don't give me that look." He calmly said before doing several fluid sword swings.
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