'Not surprising... I was actually waiting for something like this. Every world is the same… That's why I brought my other weapons with me.'
“Stay away! I'll beat you all!" Josiah shouted.
The g**g laughed even harder.
Josiah couldn't blame them. In their view, he was a mere eight-year-old boy shouting desperately with an offended baby voice.
'It's time to see if my training amounted to anything…' Josiah thought.
“Oh, look at him! He has a swoord! Uoooh!" One of the guys with a big curly ball for the hair mocked. “Let me at him."
'This guy isn't armed… Or maybe he has a weapon in his pocket that does the effect hidden within, like my rapier…' Josiah considered in a serious expression.
The man was less serious about it. He approached and tried to disarm Josiah:
“Here. This is dangero
