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“The day has come, squire. Are you ready to claim your birthright?” The clan elder submitted to the young upstart.
“My lord, more then you could know,” Replied the boy knelt before the regally dressed regent.
“Very well,” The old man waves over a knight clad in decorative armor who passes him a beautifully carved wooden box. The elder receives the box and presents it to the clan’s young warrior, “Then take your destiny!”
The boy draws a sharp breath, places both hands on the lid, and gently opens the box. He stars a while upon the gift from his ancestors and blinks.
“My liege, forgive me. What nature of weapon is this?”
The lord laughs, “Weapon? My dear boy, this is no weapon. We call it a yo-yo!”