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Sifting through enchanted books stored in Minute’s end base was certainly a daunting task. And Wemmbu hated it. There's so many! How did he even get an entire double chest of JUST mending books?!
But it was needed. Wemmbu needed new armour for his “new identity” as Egg had called it. It's not really a new identity he's just, hiding his old one.
He had defeated Flamefrags in a fight, finally claiming the title of the strongest player on the server. Thus there would be MANY bounties on his back. Especially from Flame.
Thus, if he just wasn't Wemmbu anymore; he wouldn't have to deal with bounties—at least on his back.
Egg was on the other side of the library, brewing invisibility potions for his best friend to hide his identity. Always gotta help him out!
He was yapping about stuff in his life, like always, Wemmbu was nodding along, half listening while he focused on re-rolling enchants on his (unfortunately having to be) diamond armour.
“–And my dad got so upset at me for failing my final” Eggchan said, adding more water bottles to the brewery, moving finished invis potions to a shulker.
“Didn't you say you got a 89?” Wemmbu asks, half assed, not quite remembering if that's the correct percentage.
“Well, yeah but to Angels that's like a sin- I guess?? Ion remember bro.” he stutters, trying to form words but 2 sentences overlap each other.
“Did your dad not care about your final dude?” Egg asks, turning around to see his friend. Expecting to see him at his usual speedy pace. But he had slowed down his enchanting..
“I don't really…talk to my dad? I mean-”
“WOAH WOAH?? WAIT YOU DON'T TALK TO MANE ANYMORE??” Egg cuts Wemmbu off, yelling—as loud as a quaint Seraphin can—in shock.
“...fuck you mean Mane?” Wemmbu asks, genuinely confused. Manepear wasn't his dad? He just trained him for a bit. Mane was more of a dad to Flame if anyone.
“Is… Is Manepear not- he's not your dad?”
“NO? THE FUCK??”
“Wait then who is?? I have no records of anyone else being fatherly!” Egg questions his own knowledge, taking out a small purple notebook from his suit breastpocket. His special records all about Wemmbu.
“Okey, Wemmbu, let me introduce you to my humble abode!” Techno announces, opening his arms to show his house in the middle of the tundra.
“Woah!!.. Kinda small ngl. Ow!” Wemmbu rubs the back of his head from the playful slap Techno gave him from insulting his house.
“Be nice, kiddo. Kind words to those you respect!”
“What about people I don't respect?” Wemmbu asks, turning up to Techno
“Curse their bloodline if needed” Techno ‘jokes’. Wemmbu takes it seriously.
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Sword based combat is one of Techno’s specialties, thus the first style he decides to teach his successor? Kid? Whatever.
He hands a wooden sword to Wemmbu—not giving him an actual metal yet because he saw it as “too dangerous” for him right now.
“Okay, come at me." Techno yells from the other side of the fenced in piece of land, deemed “training area”.
Wemmbu runs with his sword by his side just like if he was running normally.
Techno was easily able to dodge the kid's so called “attack”. He leans his leg out simultaneously, making Wemmbu slip and land face first into the snow.
For a moment he just stays like that–before Techno gets concerned. He kneels down, sheathing his sword and staring at the kid.
Wemmbu makes a pouting face as Techno picks him up by his shirt collar like a mother cat picking up her kitten.
“That's not the best way to run at someone in a fight, kiddo.”
Wemmbu doesn't respond, instead just keeps staring at the pig's eyes. Techno thinks he may have offended him.
“Look, bud, it's no worries. I'm here to teachya!”
“Here, tell ya what, why don't we go inside and have some dinner? Bet you're hungry, no?” Wemmbu nods as Techno slings him over his shoulder and trecks through the–now falling–snow, back to his cottage.
Although, when Wemmbu looks at the porch of the cottage a tall man with wings stands waving at them.