204 Different things (1/2)
”I've got it grandpa, please take it.” Faust was curious but brings the book that seems to be some kind of manuscript to his grandpa, but Gus didn't take the book, instead he told Faust to read and study the first ten pages.
”Read what it says on the book cover” Gus told Faust.
”Hmmm... Unholy sword arts? That's what it says.” Faust reads carelessly while looks up at his grandpa with a questioning expression appearing on his face.
”I'm going to teach you how to use a sword” the words said by his grandpa echos in Faust's ears, while he is mopping the floor with a long broomstick but in place of the brush and stiff fibers, this broom stick has braids of cloth as brush. And when it's soaked in water it gets wet and makes it hard to move the broomstick even on the ground because of the massive amount of weight on the braids and for a kid like Faust it's like tons of weight to move.
”In a zig zag motion Faust.” Gus tells faust while resting on the couch behind and watching Faust mop the floor.
”I know grandpa. I know.” Faust says while pouting, fully exhausted.
*”He said he is going to teach me sword techniques but I am mopping the floor for 2 hours already like an idiot. I'm pretty sure grandpa tricked me tsk, how did I fall for this?”* Faust thinks as he mops the floor with disappointment.
*Moments ago*
”Sword arts? What is that grandpa?” Faust asks Gus as he holds and read the book that he brought from the attic.
”It's about the art of swords Faust, I'm going to teach you how to wield a sword. And this book is the manuscript of a powerful technique that your grandpa is going to teach you.” Gus says proudly as he crosses his arms and his nose seemed to grow long like a Pinocchio.
Faust's face is sparkling brightly upon hearing what Gus said. Poor Faust had forgotten that one time when Gus said he doesn't even know how to hold a sword, but now, he was saying something about teaching a sword art to Faust?
”Ohhhh grandpa, you're the best! I will put my body and soul, my muscle and bone to learn this and will master it.” Faust shouted loudly while he holds both of his hands together in gratitude as happy tears roll off his face.
”Wahhhhh I know my grandson, no one is suitable than you to inherit my legacy of unholy sword.” Gus says while holding Faust close to his face and both of their faces sparkle brightly like little kids all over again.
*Groan~~~*
Bella groans as a way of sigh watching Gus and Faust as if they're a couple of idiots who is disturbing her sleeping time and closes her eyes to go back to sleep.
”Here Fausty, take this.” Gus places a broom stick in Faust's hand.
”Huh?” The happy tears and sparkling face of Faust disappears in an instant at the sight of a broom stick.
”Now mop the floor for 4 hours a day, after your daily exercises. Also I will add one or two more routines to your exercises which will help build your forearms and the strength of your calves.” Gus mischievously says with that goofy idiotic smile of his as he closed eyes at the same time for a nap.
*Present*
*Rawrrr... Arghhhh..... Grrrr.....~~* Faust makes all kinds of sounds while mopping the floor to vent out his anger.
”Yes. Fausty yesss, you got it.” Gus says while throwing his arms in front of his face and giving thumbs up to Faust.
”Stop it, grandpa.” Faust is getting more annoyed with his Grandpa's gestures.
”gomu gomu noooooo-Thunder bolt... Fire bolt... arghhh~~~” Faust yells out annoyingly louder as he mops the floor harder and his anger increases towards Gus more each time.
Bella watches all of this peeking with one of her eye open. *Grrrrr* she grabs her small bed with her teeth and goes outside to sleep peacefully while staring at Faust and Gus with the corner of her eyes with all the fuss they are making.
”How are your arms feeling Faust?” Gus questions after 3 hours of continuous mopping. He is sitting on the chair with his legs crossing each other as he holds up his chin with his hand.
”They're hard as a rock and pains like hell, I can't even move them freely anymore.” Faust replies to Gus while struggling.
”Good, now hold the handle of the stick with both of your hands and soak the dreads of cloth more.” Gus says with a smile on his face as if he know exactly what he is doing.
Gus makes Faust hold the handle like a swordsman would hold their swords with two hands.
”Now mop again in zig zag way until the dreads looses all the water and becomes dry.” Gus says to Faust.