Reincarnated, we get strong weapons and become heroes.

The night was awfully peaceful, with only some howls in rather far away distance. As the sun rose, Monadias was already finished with his training, while Handeron was making breakfast from the fruits they collected on the way. As they finished eating, and Handeron did his training, they went along the way they choosed at the mountain. They picked up the pace, due to Handeron recovering, with his gauntlets in nearly perfect shape. The chain still needed time, but it didn't matter much. Their current level of potential is 70% for Monadias and his bow, and 56% for Handeron and his gauntlets. The difference really was visible, but Handeron wasn't going to make that an everyday thing.

The sun was in it's highest. Monadias was flying above the trees, looking for signs of civilization, while Handeron gathered information on the ground, running through the woods. Not too long later, Monadias saw a road, perfectly suitable for a carriage. They decided to follow it, but what mattered was to pick which way they should go.

- South or North?

- Don't ask me.

- I don't want to decide, too.

Just go south! Let's go north!

- Righneas said to go south.

- Irse chose north.

The conversation turned into a fight between gauntlets and a bow. That debate did not have a conclusion, until a horse cart approached them from south. It's driver was an older man, in his 60's or even more. He had a straw hat on his head, and was dressed in old rags. He stopped when he saw Monadias and Handeron, squirming on the side.

- Hello, young fellows. Can I help you?

- Oh, great, hello, old man, could you please tell us where should we head, so that we find a city?

- Ho, no worries kids, I can help you out, but would you mind helping me harvest my wheat? It's not too far away.

- No problem, old man.

- Of course.

They walked beside the horse cart. They decided to do so, because the horse looked like it knew hard work, and they didn't want it for him to have it harder. As they approached a field, all golden from wheat, the old man dismounted from his horse, and showed them the field. It was huge, probably most of it was hidden, too. Monadias then asked:

- Hey, old man, why did you bring such a small cart? The field is too big for it to carry this much.

- I used to harvest it all. I had lots of workers and helpers, but it's not like it used to be. My grandson was here to help me manage all of it, but he went to the city, to become a hero, so that he could grow strong and do all of this work by himself. I used most of my money to support him. I only left this piece of land so that wgen he comes back, he has something to come back to. Now I am alone. Well, I have my old horse with me so maybe not alone, but a little lonely.

- And you only bring back home a cart a day?

- I do it for 2 weeks, the rest of the yields is no longer good to eat when it isn't harvested in time.

- So you are living off from one twentieth of this field, no, even one thirtieth?

- Yes, I don't need much, just for basic expenses.

Handeron poked Monadias with his elbow, and he knew what they should do.

- We will collect it all, old man.

- Oh, boys. It would take at least a two weeks of constant work for you two to clear this field out, and besides, I don't have anything else to take it with besides my cart.

- Leave it to us, sir.

Monadias stood in front of the field, and with one gesture of his hand, like an upwards spiral, a small tornado started harvesting the field. It all was thrown onto the cart, with it being supported by Monadias. As he did that, Handeron let the horse go to its owner, and he started to pull the cart. They were done in 20 minutes. The big pile of wheat was also supported, so that it wouldn't fall.

- So do we come back to your place, or straight to the city to sell it, old man?

The old man was in shock. He never witnessed such power, even from his son. As the cart was being pulled, older man was riding his horse next to it, while Monadias was hovering not too far away. As he flew over to the older man, he asked.

- Old man, what is your son like?

- He is strong, responsible, and above all proud. He always valued his home, and his achievements. He had quite a lot of them, hence he was being recommended to the top magic school in the capital. Just like you, he had a weapon, but I never knew a person could be so strong due to having it with high potential level.

- Oh, old man, you are just too nice to us. We probably aren't even that strong to begin with.

- I wouldn't say so. What are your potential levels.

- Mine's 71% and his is 58%.

- 59% now.

- Whoa, then you are high level weapon users. That is a very big number for youngsters like you. It probably took a lot of work to get to the point where you are now.

- It's not that bad. We have our weapons for 2 days now, we both started from 40%.

At this words, old man looked with disbelief and distrust at Monadias.

- What?! That's absolutely insane! I don't believe, tell me real numbers.

- Old man, I tell you. We both have it like this.

- Some people work all of their lives to get to the point of having even 30% and you started with more? It's truly unimaginable, but well, there would be no point in lying. Besides, you have shown me your strength, so you probably don't lie about the current level. But I still am suspicious about the rest of the story!

Monadias laughed awkwardly at that statement. Was that really such a big feat in this world? It really wasn't much to him, he just trained a little. Even Handeron had a strict training routine, probably from the old man from the gauntlets. As Monadias and old man were talking about the world, Handeron stated:

- I see walls.

They were indeed walls, the kind you would see in cities.

- Excuse me, sir.

- What is it, youngster?

- Is there like, a tax for coming inside the city or not?

- There is, but I will handle it.

As they were close to the gate, a some kind of inspector came. He was wearing a dark blue unifrom, with a hat that was similiar to a baseball cap.

- That's quite a lot of wheat you have there. It would probably be enough to feed the whole city. But you still need to pay me off from the last time, Loman.

- I will sell it, and give you bonus pay, please, just let us through!

- And who even are these guys?

- We came here from east. We are brothers and we lived in the mountains. Our parents recently passed away, so we decided to leave our home and look for new experience in the city.

- Which mountain?

- I don't know the name, sir.

- Hmm, there are many mountains at these parts, but I never heard anything about people living there.

- Our father, when he was still alive, built a house there. We were completely cut off the world. We have not seen a single person besides our family up to today, when we met this kind older man, who helped us locate the city.

- Hmm, well, then you probably don't have the documents needed to enter.

At that sentence, Monadias became a little bit tense. He sure knew that it could end badly.

- I will pay, after I sell the wheat.

Inspector, at the declaration of the old man, smirked a little. He soon gave his response.

- Give me a half of gains.

- Deal.

Handeron lifted his eyebrow at this response. Would he really just give away half of his money for them? Well, he just did.

- And, of course, the payment for the last emtrance. I will make you documents right away. Your names?

- Mondias and Handeron.

- Okay and surname?

Monadias hesitated a little at this question, but not too later answered:

- Cathlan. Monadias and Handeron Cathlan.

- Okay, the names are a little weird but the surname is okay, so I will let it slide.

As he started walking towards the gates, he said:

- And Loman, just leave the cart. It won't fit into the gate, so I will just call whoever might be interested to buy some here.

- Thank you, Maolcholm.

- It's Mr. Inspector.

Soon, owners of taverns, restaurants, bars and even traders that sold goods to the first line at war came to buy Loman's yield. The cart was not soon later empty, it seems there were many people interested. The total amount of money Loman got was 1265 boinn's, which was quite a big paycheck for Loman, even in his prime days. As Monadias and Handeron saw a bag of money being gifted to Loman, they understood, that it must be currency here.

- 650 boinn's for Maolcholm, and I still have over 600 boinn's.

- Good for you, old man. Anyways, thanks for bringing us inside and taking care of the documents.

- If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be have that money. Please, take some.

He handed each one of them a 100 boinn's. And he gave a bonus 300 to Monadias.

- If you ever meet my son, give this to him, and tell him that I love him. His name is Colman Broduil, he is probably still studying now, so you should look for him in Caipitil.

- I will, thank you, old man.

As they went opposite ways, Loman was slowly coming back on his horse to his home, while Monadias and Handeron crossed the cities gates with no problems.

Monadias then turned around, and asked the old man.

- Don't you live in the city?

- No, I live in the nearby woods.

- Isn't this dangerous?

- Don't worry, I lived there most of my life, I know tricks to keep me safe.

- Okay! See you, old man!

It was already night time, so they found themselves a nice tavern to sleep in, and soon enough, both were asleep.

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