A red handed Clint follows his Pa outside to the small apple orchard. His Pa pulls out two long wooden carved swords from behind one of the trees and throws one at his feet.

"Pick it up."

"What's this about?"

"You're a terrible liar and you suck at stealing. You're going to have to earn what you take. Pick it up."

Clint sighs and as soon he goes to pick up the sword his father is already on him.

His Father two-steps in smacking him in the side with the flat side of the sword. "Don't take your eyes off your opponent and keep the sword in front of you."

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Clint decided to make a charge with a roar. His father side stepped him and smacked him on the ass which enraged Clint. Clint made a wide swing and his father blocked it then swept his legs out from underneath him.

"Don't be a hot head, keep your cool and use that mush you call a brain. Stand up, you're not done paying your tab." Clint groans and begins regretting his life decisions.

Clint stands up, just to get smacked back down. Needless to say Clint didn't take any hooch for a while. When he went back inside his mother was there and she just laughed at him then treated his wounds with a poultice of herbs. Of course that stung too, adding insult to injury.

Though that didn't stop him from goofing off he was still just a kid. There was also that new girl in town, what was her name? Clint was terrible with names. It was Luna. The lectures just got more demanding and worse from there.