Capítulo 12: Don't Mess with My Broquitos
Until recently, Carlie, the kind mother of little Joe, was not doing well at all. Even with the medicines that her husband, Dondinel, bought, she didn't seem to show any signs of improvement. But now, the eyes of father and son could hardly believe it as they saw Carlie recovered and, what was even better for little Joe, making the best broquitos in the world just for him.
A few minutes after drinking several bottles of sweet water and getting a scolding from his parents, little Joe was heading to school, while his father had a thousand questions about how he had managed the feat of combining the abilities of special stones, reduced to stone powder. Carlie didn't want to leave her little boy worried, as the day was just beginning. So, with the sweet manner that was her hallmark, she convinced her husband to leave little Joe in peace.
Dondinel knew the worst part was yet to come. Surely the noise of that explosion would draw the attention of unwanted people and curious onlookers, who would spread the news as fast as a forest fire. Little Joe was happy. The medicines his teacher Nali had bought were really good because they worked much faster than he could have imagined. Not to mention the huge amount of broquitos and other goodies she had bought for him, as well as the new clothes she had given him, which he had yet to bring home.
He was walking briskly and was already very close to the school, which stood imposingly in front of him, across the street. He always found the style of that building strange, as it reminded him of the temple of the fanatical Black Scales, a race that had not been heard of for a long time. They were strange and dangerous, and everyone in that city was constantly warned about the danger they posed. They were fanatics about their laws, which allowed them to steal other people's children and teach them to live like them, stealing, destroying, and even...
He diverted his thoughts from dark places, and before crossing the street, he read perfectly "EIDAm," which translated to School of Martial Arts Instructions. This school was not as famous as EAM-PB, School of Martial Arts Brave Power, or as distinguished as the ArMa-CoSu school, or Supreme Combat Martial Arts, where the arduous training began for those who wanted to be a knight or a fighter, both of which would earn a good salary in the future. The ArMa-CoSu school, the most famous and important of the three schools, was a distant dream for many who lived in that village. Studying at this school was something that even his father could not afford with coins or work, as he earned very little.
Little Joe noticed a crowd of people being searched as soon as he approached the school gate. Not caring about this and forgetting that the little package of broquitos was in his other hand, he put his hand in his pocket looking for a broquito. Before he could throw it into his mouth, one of the guards, who had approached him without the boy noticing, grabbed his wrist and shouted loudly:
— I found it! Come everyone, help me! It's here with this chubby boy.
Little Joe usually tolerated things that many children his age couldn't, because his father, in addition to training him with great dedication, also advised him all the time. He should have patience, analyze every situation in which he was threatened or needed to enter a fight or even an official combat with rules. But under no circumstances should he act with brute force without thinking... never.
— I'm sorry for your advice, Dad. But trying to stop me from eating my delicious broquitos is too much for me to bear without doing anything.
The guard didn't even see the blow and also didn't understand what he was doing so far from that boy. And the strangest thing:
— What am I doing here on the ground? — shouted the guard.
Little Joe's reaction to seeing his food being threatened was immediate, and he didn't even need to concentrate to deliver a powerful blow, as it came out with incredible naturalness, his strength obviously amplified. Inconsolable for not even being able to get up because of the blow he took, the hasty guard shouted:
— He's there! Get him! It's the chubby boy! He's the thief!
Little Joe instinctively put what was in his hand inside the broquitos bag. Holding it carefully so it wouldn't tear, he calmly asked the guards who were coming towards him:
— Who are you calling a thief? What exactly did I steal?
— Inside that bag you're holding — said the guard, who still had his hand to his face because of the pain he was feeling.
Half a dozen guards surrounded the boy, who was only concerned with the broquitos. Meanwhile, a crowd of people gathered around to enjoy the spectacle that was about to unfold.
— This boy is as fried as his fritters — said one.
— This is Baron Roderik's investigation team. Surely this boy will be arrested and punished.
Little Joe didn't care about the various comments and thought it best to eat his broquitos right away, which were already attracting too much attention. Then the spectacle began. While the baron's guards tried to grab the package containing the boy's broquitos, he dodged them, threw a broquito into the air, and before anyone could catch it, he jumped over their heads, opened his mouth wide, and in mid-air, he bit into it and then chewed quickly. Little Joe did this several times while the excited crowd cheered and shouted "huuáá" in support of the boy.
The irritated guards couldn't understand how such a small boy could dodge so easily and escape so many hands intending to grab him. All of them were trained men, even if they were in the secondary stage of the knight's path. Never had anyone, not even with numerical superiority, made so many of them look foolish. They couldn't even touch that boy, who seemed more like a monkey than a boy, with all his jumping and leaping.
Little Joe continued to repeat these dodges until there were only two broquitos left in the bag. Again he threw them into the air, but this time, by mistake, he threw the last two broquitos. Struggling to decide which one to grab, the leader of those guards, who was just arriving and had not participated in the capture of little Joe, jumped between his subordinates and grabbed one of the broquitos, thinking it was something valuable. He squeezed it tightly and, to his surprise, crushed it.
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