Chapter 1.3: A Hero's Departure
When Bash woke up the next morning, he picked up his beloved sword, and slung it over his shoulder.
It was a well-built sword, gifted to him by a Daemon General as thanks for rescuing a Daemonic unit on the battlefield in his sixth year participating in the war.
The blade was imbued with magics. It was thick, sturdy, never rusted, and never dulled.
Thanks to its ruggedness, Bash was able to keep on fighting without ever needing to replace his weapon.
It was his one and only true partner.
With the sword securely strapped to his back, he started to don his leather armor.
As Orcs rise in military rank, they are permitted to wear progressively heavier armor.
As a Hero, Bash could wear full-body steel armor, the highest quality and heaviest ensemble of equipment the Orcs had access to, but he preferred the lighter leather suit he was more familiar with.
Either way, to Bash, the type of armor was a moot point. He thought material bodily protection was near useless anyways since it would be broken, destroyed and unusable after a single day of fighting.