I run straight to my home after the bard left, my hearth pounding and my mind flying through my body imagining the story and without realizing it i was already at doorstep of my home

Grabing the door handle I forcefully open it causing the door to made a loud noise a it slammed into our wooden wall, I gaze upon my starled father and said with a smile upon my face

"DAD, I WANT TO BE A REBEL LEADER"

Upon a decleration i said with such a fervor, he can only stare at me with confusion in his eyes still trying to process what i said, with a mind out of my body it took me a while to realize He already standing in front of me with a mind full of clarity

He took a boxing stance his punch already launched in a perfect form of uppercut straight to my jaw, sending me flying toward the air causing my mind and my body to finally reunite and landing me in my bed with a fever for three days and three nights.

...

When human have nothing to do they tend to think so with three days i spend in the bed that was what i did

I think of the traveling bard story

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i think of how of a moron i am

i think of the story

I think of my father worried gaze as he nursing me to health

I think of a story

I think of how much i don't want to stuck in this village my whole life

I think of story

Oooohhh, how much i want to be the character of the story i don't need to be the main character anything is fine as long as i can be part of story i don't want to end my page of life with he lives and dies as a farmer in a rural village as my ending.

Being a farmer is not fine, peacefull life not never an option, grand adventure wait for no one

Will i stuck in this rural village waiting for my death while other riding the wave of fate, destiny and create their grand adventure

No

Nooo

NOOOOO

I DON'T WANT THAT

I am sorry father your son has failed you i refuse to be here in this village, i refuse being here as a farmer and here, i refuse my ordinary fate

...

Well, even with all that exciting declaration i said in my mind, i still stuck here and can't move an inch

anyway and that i think again being a rebel leader is not really a job your father will be proud of

Imagine

You have a child that said staright to your face that his dream is being a criminal

A normal parents will surely give a beating of a lifetime to straighten their child crooked mind

That was why He, as my father gave me the perfect uppercut that can surely send a goblin to their early grave and his kid stupid idea out of his head

Did that work?

I am feeling sorry for my father but even his fist of love can't beat my dream of grand adventure

It was the opposite, I think that punch just give me an idea

An idea that i will right now execute.