12 Franklins Mysterious Dreams (2/2)

”What's so funny?” Franklin yelled dejectedly.

”It's just I'm in your dream.” John wheezes between laughs. ”Wouldn't most people just think I was part of the dream? If I'm just in your head why wouldn't I know who you talked to?”

Looking embarrassed the boy rubbed his head. ”I guess that makes sense. But you said you came to visit so I just thought….”

”That I'm a super powerful being that came to help you out!?” The old man suddenly stopped laughing and flew at the boy in an instance. ”That's right I am such a great personage.”

Franklin swallowed heavily ”But didn't you just...”

”Just what?” John asked as he became a large head eyeing the boy.

”No, nothing.” Franklin deflated.

”That's what I thought.” He harrumphed with his beard flowing. ”I couldn't help but notice that your swordsmanship is….”

”Is what?” The young lad asked impatiently.

”Complete and utter garbage. Even a bush could beat you up!” With a finger pointing into the air, John looked quite heroic and proud of himself. However, the eyes of Franklin could only be called disdain.

Looking at the boy's unreserved attitude John definitely felt incensed. ”Bah, what does a kid know anyways. Her I was planning on helping this nobody but he thinks he already knows everything.” He said to no one, in particular, walking away with his hands behind his back.

Franklin was dumbstruck at the act of this old man. He was so shameless even as he walked away trying to look mysterious he kept peeking back to see if he would be stopped. ”Fine, please teach me your great combat techniques.” Franklin gave in he felt bad for the old man and decided to play along.

”Hmph, learn my techniques? Your body couldn't even handle any technique! Who are you joking.” Franklin stumbled as the whole world shakes with the booming voice of the old man.

”I'm John and I've lived for many years before meeting you and I will live many more after you die.” John gave a condescending look to Franklin. ”If you can even gain a fraction of the power I have what mortal soldier could stand against you?”

This finally got Franklin a bit pumped to learn. With shining eyes, he asked, ”What do I need to do master?”

A throne appeared behind John which he sat on looking smug. ”Ha, I'll help you but calling me master is a bit much. Here look upon your training menu.” With a wave of his hand, the dream became that of the cobbled together village.

Here Franklin could see himself running and running. How long was he expected to run for he wondered? After a hundred laps around the hill, the figment of him running stopped. Then it showed him lifting all kinds of heavy objects pans, pots, hammers, etc. over and over. ”What is this?” Franklin was puzzled how was this some great technique training.

”It's the basics you lazy kid!” Flames spewed and the world broke apart. ”How can someone scrawny like you learn any fighting techniques. Do your best kid and show me your determination.” The resolute voice came from the void as Franklin was roused from his dreams by the morning light.