2 Preparation (2/2)

When we got to the front there was a large man in a black coat who said, ”Identification please.”

Mike and I pulled out our I.D cards, ”Hmm, Troy Williams and Michael Durbin both 18. You may proceed.”

His stoic monotone voice revealed his boredom. He glanced at us and said, ”Make sure to go to the armory first to get your care packages.”

”Thank you.” We responded.

We walked towards the armory following the signs in the stadium. While walking next to me Mike said, ”Have you thought about what kind of weapon you will choose?”

In every care package was a liter of water, 10 kilograms of a compact grain-like food, and your choice of weapon. It wasn't much since everyone who migrated received it, but it was better than nothing.

In the last timeline, I had chosen a longsword with fantasies of being a majestic and aloof hero who could decimate his foes with one slash of his blade. However, reality was harsh and after getting to Agartha the longsword was too burdensome for someone with my physique to wield. I ended up abandoning it. This time I wouldn't make such a short-sighted decision.

”I think I'm going to get a kodachi.”

Virtually every cold era weapon was available to choose from.

”What's a kodachi?”

”It's essentially a short sword. Longer than a dagger, but lighter and shorter than a sword.”

”That sounds perfect for you.”

Even though I already knew I figured I'd ask, ”What are you going to get?”

”Of course I will get a spear. What other weapon could possibly display all this strength,” he patted his bicep.

”Hahaha, of course a spear would be best for you.”

Mike smirked and stuck out his chest as we entered the armory.

We could see dozens of people walking around trying out different weapons as headed toward the counter. We got close when we noticed a muscular young man with a crop top haircut and military fatigues at the counter shouting at the attendant, ”What do you mean I can't get any firearms? I've been training with guns my whole life. I know what best to defend myself with.”

The attendant responded with a firm tone, ”I'm sorry but there is no way to produce gunpowder in Agartha so the government has decided it's best you start with one of the weapon options here since that is how you will have to protect yourself in the future.”

”Ugghh” grunted the young man quickly turning around appearing very displeased.

He saw me looking at him and barked, ”What do you want?” He went to shove my shoulder and step past me. I saw his hand coming so I lightly sidestepped which caused him to miss and lose his balance. Since he was distracted by his anger he couldn't adjust in time and fell to the floor.

After leaping back to his feet he looked at me flames blazing in his eyes and shouted, ”You'll pay for that punk!”

He was halfway through swinging at me when Mike stepped up and hooked the man's arm with his, stopping his arm in its tracks. The young mans eyes opened in shock for just a moment as he glared at Mike. Not one to shy from a fight Mike glared back and said, ”You sure you want that?”