Chapter 23: Little Thief
Walking back with the wooden sword, Noah remembered Valeria's parting words.
"Take this with you. Repeat the stances I taught you as many times as you can. Your technique is still sloppy. Once you reach a good foundation, I'll teach you the next stances."
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Noah rested the practice blade against his shoulder, feeling simultaneously ridiculous and oddly competent. The pose might look cringeworthy, but the sword was heavy, and it was the only pose that made him feel somewhat comfortable.
The setting sun painted Esta's cobblestone streets in amber and gold. Merchants closed up shop while taverns flared to life.
I only sold two items today. One iced tea and a piece of bread...
Not his most profitable day, but he'd gained something valuable—a life-saving skill that could be upgraded. Besides, his idle income would keep him comfortable for now.
A thousand three hundred dollars a day was nothing to scoff at.
Every muscle in his body protested as he turned a corner.
'I'm definitely going to be sore tomorrow,' He grimaced at the thought, but he couldn't do anything about it.
His hand brushed against his jacket, encountering a familiar shape.