The Tricolor Magnet village
Piero with his mum were drinking a tea. Beside them 2 blackberry jams and breads placed on the center of a desk.
There was the desk,shelves,3 windows glued together,generally speaking nothing special.
From time to time Massimo would join them during that kind of tea parties. But,for now the two of them were enough.
They knew Massimo had to go for strength check-ups. Usually they were carried out by the elders of the village to assess the accumulated combat power of the village.
It allowed them to better understand and exploit the total power in the times of the calamities.
Piero asked his mom:"When would Massimo have graduated the academy ?" He would love to ask random questions,even if they were inappropriate or silly. Or many times have been already asked.
She glanced at him warmly and patted his head.
"In approximately 3 years from now if he is doing good with metallurgy."
What does it mean if? What if there is if not ? For Massimo's little brother there was a shortage in the data,though he was able to put some puzzles together and get that 3 years case was the longest version for his brother to linger in the academy.
Next moment he frowned.
"Mum I am 3rd grade,brother is 9th grade,isn't he ?"
Without a word,she simply nodded.
"Then it means you expect him to restudy in the academy for 3 more years ?"
While listening to those words she happened to dive into some sweet imaginations.
There stood a tall man. His face wore blackbeard,his traits of face were rude. Right rude and strong as one of the real man's.
"Yuki,i love you,you gifted me with a son. He will be the one, who will defend the boundaries and honor of his father."
Manly man then laughed slightly.
"Yuki,I have something for you."
He extended his hand to her,whereas the other hand grabbed her right hand opening it softly.
Now she was holding a delicate cast iron chainlet.
"I love you too Rainstorm,Rainstorm!"
Pronouncing this she was bewildered by his actions,until this she was the one always pleasing the partner. That is, the one who was initiative and caring about their relationships was Yuki.
There was no birthday of her in which Rainstorm had made something for her.
Right now she was experiencing as if her unnoticed hard work of years finally began to bear fruit. And because of it, she even seemed to love him much stronger.
It was certainly a pleasant and tugging feeling.
Which led to a further development of an inner gust to intimacy..
Maybe this is one of the cases when girls want to give birth to many children,right ?
By the way, cast iron is in the bronze level class. Also known as the sign of Wana family.
Next moment Rainstorm said in a proud manner: "My son will be the center of the world! The greatest of human."
Yuki smiled in an anticipating way.
" Dear,after graduating an academy,he will be for sure serving in the Central Tricolor Magnet Citadel,I will take care of it"
The Central Tricolor Magnet Citadel was the central power of The Tricolor Magnet Village. It was responsible to protect and secure the village from the rest of the world given adverse contradictions. Individuals who served there were the most authoritative beyond dispute. What is more, they had rights to obliterate anyone who was suspicious to them and no one would question them.
The Tricolor Magnet Citadel obviously had a hierarchy alike many other organisations,though the majority would prefer to be part of it, even whilst occupying the lowest ranks of The Tricolor Magnet Citadel.
Her beating heart suddenly froze,but not due some danger,rather from something truly wanted unexpectedly arriving the way she hadn't anticipated.
It was a kiss.
A feeling of connecting lips. The way it feels,how saliva gets to mixed into another saliva. Man and woman as primal instincts.
The way the man's bristle rubs the lady's tender cheeks.
Not only the cheeks,there are always more,but let's not dive into details…
She felt it clearly,yet simultaneously a little out of conscious.
How the impulse that starts from the upper body taints her crotch.
Hence,she can't but not to deny that there happened a fountain afterwards between her legs.
Yuki without any doubt was on the tops in the terms of beauty. Rainstorm,that bastard, was rather lucky to pick her up.
"Mum. Mum. Are you listening ?"
Yuki at the moment was not that young girl from her memories anymore,now her perfectly fit and gracefully slim body had gone, she had some extra weight.
She again simply nodded to Piero.
He was reluctant to proceed the dialogue. Anyways who would want to talk if the person who one talks to doesn't even listen normally to the companion and constantly falls out of the conversation.
That is how, he went outside, getting ready to practise metal in the yard of their house.
As said before the bronze was the cheapest metal mostly used by broke men,refugees,in general by lower classes of society.
The silver was on the medium level. People usually was not ashamed to use it in a combat.
That is,in the ordinary life people absolutely wouldn't pay with a silver coin for a product which worth is a bronze coin or several bronze coins just because of shame.
However, whilst in combat things a little differed. There were many families with their special signs of honour as Wana family,Turbo family, Qinchi family, Sato family and so on. Each of them had their own unique sort of metal.
That's why they tended to go specifically with them. Hence, for the rest who did not own their own special signs, it did become a sort of a shame to fight using weak metals.
Obviously many if given an opportunity would use gold. Gold is undeniable versus shame.
At first grains of metal coated Piero's knuckles. Actually, not all of them… Only 3 out of 4… Ring finger knuckle was left naked.
At least his opposite coated knuckles constituted the same number,not less,though there were some jokes: Index finger knuckle was bare,which made a kind of weird difference..
Several strikes cut through air. The grains eventually landed on a wooden platform. It cracked peripherally. Not for much.
Anyways it is evident the attacker was in the primary classes and unknown if his body weight constituted at least the half of a hundred kilograms.
Piero watched his hands,to be exact,the knuckles and found only one to two spots of the bronze grains left.
"I didn't hit the platform with full force,yet lost all of the bronze.."
He flinched. His mastery yet has to be honed up.
Ideally the grains had to stay accumulated on his hands.
Next job was to collect the dispersed bronze and repeat the process again. He looked around.
"Where is the broom?"
Inside of The Tricolor Magnet Citadel.
In one assembly hall measuring about 1040 meters square an annual ceremony has just started,while a director swing his right hand swiftly.
The hall lost its silence.
"Three colours of metal, three symbols of pride,
With tricolour strength in our hearts and our dreams as our guide.
Let every voice rise, let every soul sing,
For together we build the dawn of everything.
Many would suffer, but we have gold to enjoy,
Many would be chained, but we have bronze to donate
Many would face farewell, but we have silver as our friendship magnet.
Gold,silver,bronze - tricolour offspring's rise!!!"
That was the official hymn of The Tricolor Magnet village.
Students finally finished singing it,they took their seats.
Massimo slowly lowered simultaneously checking the surroundings. Turning to his right side, Polina was sitting across one seat,next to her Bred,Peter sequentially.
Close to himself on the seat was Peter. On his left side were 2 seats, where 2 unacquainted girls to Massimo talked with each other.
While Yuki and her son,Piero, sat in the cozy kitchen, Massimo with his classmates were about to strain their bodies in an upholding check-up battle.