The New World

The sun lazily rolled over the huge massive mountains. It was damn hot, so Aran and I crawled into our room and lay silently on our beds. A month passed, and we got tired of suffering garbage. I was ready in a week to go to either Amedeo or David. I even already missed the blue armor that woke us up every morning. The body was filled with energy that you no longer know where to put. After all, the God of War clearly specified that magic cannot be used. Dot.

There was a knock on the room. Aran rushed like lightning to an unknown guest. I opened one eye and watched. A man in blue armor stood in the aisle. He gave two bags to Aran and closed the door.

Rising up, I inquired about the contents of the package.

- It's armor! Aran shouted joyfully and threw one of the two packages in my face. - They said to put on and go to the second training ground.

Frowning, he thought of swearing at his friend, but finally he wanted to see his armor more.

- Let's see ... Wow, how light, I ca