Bab 137: Young Army Guard!

"Don't come any closer, Kevin. This sword isn't a toy, it's razor-sharp!" Ken admonished, swiftly pulling his younger brother back from the gleaming weapon that lay on the table in the center of their tribe's main hall in Logan.

"But I want to play with the swords!" Kevin protested, his small face scrunching up in frustration.

"I want... I want it now!" His voice grew louder and his small body began to thrash about as he tried to break free from Ken's firm grip.

"What on earth do you think you're doing? You're a good four or five years too young to handle something as dangerous as this sword," Logan interjected sternly, giving Kevin a gentle but firm tap on the backside as he lay sprawled on the ground, playing up his tantrum like a little actor.