Post by Beat on Dec 27, 2017 9:56:10 GMT -5
That morning, Beat approached his parents' room. However, neither of them are there. He approached the schedule board. Apparently his mother found a new job and is in tryout job. She won't return until late at night. Come to think of it, he vaguely remembered her said that. His mother found a job as a babysitter, and it seems to pay well. She seem to be excited as this means the family won't have financial problem for a while. His hand moved to his father's wooden plate, and as usual, he scribbled that he's at the workshop. Today... it's his father's turn to cook. With heavy heart, he goes to the adjacent building on the house.
The moment he entered there, as expected, he found his His father as usual already up and working on his craftworks. His father's back always big and gentle... but even so, it looked so sickly. His shoulders shook when he coughed. Even when he's at his early thirties, his sickly look added several decades to that look. It pained his heart when he remembered that he'll be leaving this man alone for several days... well, his mother would return at night, but that's pretty much it. He's still leaving this man to fend himself.
His father is currently working on his order. Today, he seem to take it easy compared to few days ago and just focused on making bag out of rattan. His order usually this sort of craftwork like bags, tatami, or something else... but his father told him his true calling is to sculpt. Even though the dust bothered him and made him cough, he still kept at it. He does not understand why, but his father call it 'a selfishness'. A selfishness that he meant to take even if it risked his health. The sculpting itself, according to Beat, is great. But that might be a biased one. Truthfully, it's not really selling. While they still sells, it doesn't mean that they're all sold. Especially the more exotic craftworks like wooden totems. No matter how good his father is in making his handiwork, only the most detailed one would sell quickly... but that would take more than few days to finish. By then their stomach would grumble before they could even got paid. His father understood this, so he only dedicated one hour a day for his sculpting.
"...Pops."
"Oh, Beat? That's rare... you're taking a break from your newspaper delivery? Even now and then you should rest, so take it easy. Have you eaten breakfast yet?"
"Yeah.. um, Pops..."
Noticing the hesitation in his son's voice, Chard stopped what he's doing and stared up at his son's face.
"...There's something that bothering you, right? Come here," the man pat the spot near him. "Let's talk as usual. Remember, in this workshop..."
"Neither of us can lie, nor hid our feeling," Beat continued and sat beside him. "...Pops, I think I want to go to Korin's Watch."
"...Korin's, you say? But that's quite far, son. We're not talking about small distance here. We're talking miles. Miles of distance that... isn't exactly a straight road either! Who's going to bring you there? Just so you know, I can't, you know that. We need to... we need to get car or something, you know? ...Or don't tell me..." Chard's eyes squinted in what seem to scrutinize his son's recklessness "you somehow plan to walk there?"
"...I... admittedly am."
Chard massaged his forehead in exasperation. At one side he don't want to disappoint his son, but whatever the case it was too dangerous, and honestly Beat himself understood the risk. Yet... he can't believe this. Hi son, his precious son, he want to go to Korin's watch... and does that means it is to train himself? That's just... absurd. Really absurd. He wanted to get angry, but at the same time, it just doesn't feel right... It's in his blood, and he knew it.
"...There's nothing I can do to stop you, is there?" Chard asked--but he need no answer. Beat's silence was already an answer. He's ashamed of his recklessness, but Chard knows better that he's even more ashamed of his powerlessness. It's in his blood. His desire to get stronger and how he hate weakness is in his blood. That's why, he only can sigh. It was not the time yet, he know of it. But at the same time...
"...It can't be helped... I only can do you a favor for this once... But please, please, son... come home safely, you understand?"
"...Yes."
Out of sudden, Chard struck his son's stomach with his palm. It was not all that hurt, but still hurt either way... When the boy wanted to ask his father what just he done, or whether this is punishment for his recklessness, suddenly his body felt... different. He felt something warm spread over his body. His body felt much lighter than before, but it cannot be said as strong. If anything, he's still quite weak, but he sure outleveled normal people. At least, that's what he felt, and just felt that is. He have no basis for this. It's just an instinct, nothing more, nothing less.
"...I'm sure you have many question, but for now please be patient. I cannot really explain it to you, but one day, I'll. Just know that your father loves you...understand, Beat?"
"Yeah... I got it. I'll come home after spending three days there... maybe more, but... I'll make sure to come home."
"Good boy." Chard pats him on the back. "...I'll tell your mother, just... please be safe, alright?"
"Yeah, I got it."
Beat stood up from his position and take his luggage. So he came prepared, is what chard thought as he saw him carrying three days worth of spare clothes and bit of food in a backpack.
"...Will you be alright?"
"Don't be silly, as a father I have a pride to not worry my son. That's why, just go already!"
"Alright alright... I'm going, Pops..."
Beat left his home, his heart still burdened, but he's glad that he at least got his father's blessing. Little that he know, his power has exponentially rises too.
WC: 1037
Now Beat's in-flavor PL to use is 50 instead of 2.
PL for this thread please
The moment he entered there, as expected, he found his His father as usual already up and working on his craftworks. His father's back always big and gentle... but even so, it looked so sickly. His shoulders shook when he coughed. Even when he's at his early thirties, his sickly look added several decades to that look. It pained his heart when he remembered that he'll be leaving this man alone for several days... well, his mother would return at night, but that's pretty much it. He's still leaving this man to fend himself.
His father is currently working on his order. Today, he seem to take it easy compared to few days ago and just focused on making bag out of rattan. His order usually this sort of craftwork like bags, tatami, or something else... but his father told him his true calling is to sculpt. Even though the dust bothered him and made him cough, he still kept at it. He does not understand why, but his father call it 'a selfishness'. A selfishness that he meant to take even if it risked his health. The sculpting itself, according to Beat, is great. But that might be a biased one. Truthfully, it's not really selling. While they still sells, it doesn't mean that they're all sold. Especially the more exotic craftworks like wooden totems. No matter how good his father is in making his handiwork, only the most detailed one would sell quickly... but that would take more than few days to finish. By then their stomach would grumble before they could even got paid. His father understood this, so he only dedicated one hour a day for his sculpting.
"...Pops."
"Oh, Beat? That's rare... you're taking a break from your newspaper delivery? Even now and then you should rest, so take it easy. Have you eaten breakfast yet?"
"Yeah.. um, Pops..."
Noticing the hesitation in his son's voice, Chard stopped what he's doing and stared up at his son's face.
"...There's something that bothering you, right? Come here," the man pat the spot near him. "Let's talk as usual. Remember, in this workshop..."
"Neither of us can lie, nor hid our feeling," Beat continued and sat beside him. "...Pops, I think I want to go to Korin's Watch."
"...Korin's, you say? But that's quite far, son. We're not talking about small distance here. We're talking miles. Miles of distance that... isn't exactly a straight road either! Who's going to bring you there? Just so you know, I can't, you know that. We need to... we need to get car or something, you know? ...Or don't tell me..." Chard's eyes squinted in what seem to scrutinize his son's recklessness "you somehow plan to walk there?"
"...I... admittedly am."
Chard massaged his forehead in exasperation. At one side he don't want to disappoint his son, but whatever the case it was too dangerous, and honestly Beat himself understood the risk. Yet... he can't believe this. Hi son, his precious son, he want to go to Korin's watch... and does that means it is to train himself? That's just... absurd. Really absurd. He wanted to get angry, but at the same time, it just doesn't feel right... It's in his blood, and he knew it.
"...There's nothing I can do to stop you, is there?" Chard asked--but he need no answer. Beat's silence was already an answer. He's ashamed of his recklessness, but Chard knows better that he's even more ashamed of his powerlessness. It's in his blood. His desire to get stronger and how he hate weakness is in his blood. That's why, he only can sigh. It was not the time yet, he know of it. But at the same time...
"...It can't be helped... I only can do you a favor for this once... But please, please, son... come home safely, you understand?"
"...Yes."
Out of sudden, Chard struck his son's stomach with his palm. It was not all that hurt, but still hurt either way... When the boy wanted to ask his father what just he done, or whether this is punishment for his recklessness, suddenly his body felt... different. He felt something warm spread over his body. His body felt much lighter than before, but it cannot be said as strong. If anything, he's still quite weak, but he sure outleveled normal people. At least, that's what he felt, and just felt that is. He have no basis for this. It's just an instinct, nothing more, nothing less.
"...I'm sure you have many question, but for now please be patient. I cannot really explain it to you, but one day, I'll. Just know that your father loves you...understand, Beat?"
"Yeah... I got it. I'll come home after spending three days there... maybe more, but... I'll make sure to come home."
"Good boy." Chard pats him on the back. "...I'll tell your mother, just... please be safe, alright?"
"Yeah, I got it."
Beat stood up from his position and take his luggage. So he came prepared, is what chard thought as he saw him carrying three days worth of spare clothes and bit of food in a backpack.
"...Will you be alright?"
"Don't be silly, as a father I have a pride to not worry my son. That's why, just go already!"
"Alright alright... I'm going, Pops..."
Beat left his home, his heart still burdened, but he's glad that he at least got his father's blessing. Little that he know, his power has exponentially rises too.
WC: 1037
Now Beat's in-flavor PL to use is 50 instead of 2.
PL for this thread please
