22 XXII. The Roommate (1/2)

With the scroll under his arm, he got out of the library.

He walked in the courtyard's direction. Somebody was still there training. It was afternoon and the Masters had moved away from the training area.

Dag moved in a free spot, among other warriors, ready to train his new skill.

Setting his feet as the scroll said, he crossed his right arm on the left one and stomped his foot on the ground. Nothing happened.

He continued until evening, training in the courtyard.

Magni saw him from a window of the dormitory.

”What do you find so special in that guy? I don't understand you” said Dargeon, next to him.

”He has something. I perceive something very powerful coming from his aura, but it scares me” answered Magni.

”Scares you? You are one of the strongest Viking Warriors of the planet, what are you talking about?”

”I don't know, I'm not sure”

In the meanwhile, Dag stopped trying the skill. He was so tired, probably that scroll wasn't a level one, but somebody put it on the wrong shelf.

He moved towards the Dorm.

Walking in corridors, he saw a man sitting at his room's door. He was his roommate.

”Hey” said Dag.

”Hey” he answered, without looking at him.

He was reading a scroll. Dag tried to spy on it, to understand which was his comrade's combat level.

”What do you want, booger?!”

The man doesn't seem to be kind. He re-rolled up his scroll and entered the room, leaving the door open.

Dag followed him, sitting on his bed. It was not so comfortable as his house's. It reminded him of his bed in the dorm on Earth.

Then he laid on it, staring at the ceiling.

”Is it possible to feel the enemy's combat level?” he asked the man.

No one answered back.

”C'mon man, what I've done to you! It's a simple question” repeated Dag.

”Go fuck yourself, booger. Shut up or I'll punch your stupid face”

Dag couldn't refrain from standing up on his feet. He has no fear to face his roommate, even if he was older.

He stood up too.

”What? What you wanna do now? I suggest you to…”

Dag quickly charged him, punching him in the stomach. He didn't lose balance and kicked back Dag, that tried to remain on his feet, but fell on his bed, breaking it.

”Ouch! Are you mad dude?” said the man, touching his jaw.