Chapter 12: The bearhanded sword (2)
"This equipment will help you measure your strength and efficiency."
Hex looked at the equipment in awe. It was large, more than a head bigger than him. The many bars and handles were connected with fine threads. On the side he noticed a vertical placed staff, embedded with crystals.
Hestia noticed his gaze and grinned. "Punch here as hard as you can."
Hex nodded and took his place in front of the equipment. The place he was supposed to punch was in the center. A round padded plate was placed, indicating where to punch.
Hex took a deep breath, tightened his fist and stared at the center. Feeling each muscle, he swung his fist.
Bang!
The equipment shook. A beam of white light shot out from the bottom of the staff and traveled upward. It stopped only when the third crystal from the bottom was lit.
Clap. Clap.
"Nice," Hestia chuckled, "three lit crystals means you have the strength equal to three adult men. White indicates that you compare to humans. If the light had been red, it would mean Blessed humans at the rank of Squires."
Hex looked amazed at the equipment. This would help him a lot. This way he could gouge his growth over time.
"Now. Activate your mark and punch."