A few months had passed since the boys father began to train him.

His father had given him a basic training routine.

First he would do push ups, as many as he could do.

Then he Would do squats, also as many as possible.

Finally he would do sit-ups.

After he finished his basic workouts breakfast would be ready.

He ate whatever his mother cooked for him.

After breakfast he would run down to the "adventurers guild" and back.

It was quite a run, almost across the entirety of town.

He wasn't strong enough to run that far, so every run would end up a brisk walk back home.

Eventually he settled into a routine, he did this almost every single day, in hopes of getting stronger.

He could tell he was improving.

Little by little he would be able to do more and more push ups, squats, and sit-ups.

Eventually he would be able to run to the guild and back without stopping to walk.

Soon the weather began to fluctuate, it seemed as if it was getting colder every day.

The people of the town began to understand the words of the "demon king".

It began to get colder and colder, and soon snow began to fall.

"What do we do?", The boys father sat at a table.

It was a round table, surrounded by the town's most important people.

"I think we should take inspiration from those who live on mountains, don't you think?", said the leader of the adventurers guild.

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"But what will we do about food? I won't be able to feed my family if the market closes!", said the woman who runs the bar, she had a worried look on her face.

"I said we should have been stockpiling more food! you didn't listen!", The boys father yelled at the rest of the table.

As the town realized it really was getting colder, they began to have weekly meetings.

They would talk about what needs to be done if it starts snowing heavily.

"The trees have already started to die! hell even the grass is turning yellow!", yelled the mayor," We didn't act fast enough and now we don't have enough grains to last. However it isn't like trading isn't an option!"

The table gave it some thought.

"What about meat? what will we do?", asked the local butcher.

"maybe we can start posting quest!", the guild leader had come up with an idea," We can start making kill quest but for normal animals!"

"So I pay the adventurers to get me meat then I sell it?", the butcher thought of it.

even it it does lower my income I would still be making a little money...

"Hey! sorry everyone, I have to get going", The boys father abruptly stood up from his chair.

"Ah it's his birthday isn't it?", despite the tension the mayor smiled," sorry to hold you here, please go celebrate his birthday."

The father walked through the town back to his home.

It was getting colder, and sometimes snow would fall but it wouldn't cover the ground.

Maybe I can start escorting caravans for extra money.

The father thought for a moment, how would he get his family through this?

They boy sat at the dinner table.

Surrounded by his friends and family, except his father.

His father had a meeting today.

It's all because of that stupid demon king and his stupid, stupid cold.

"When is dad coming back!", The kid looked very angry.

When is he coming back? what's taking you so, so long?

"He is so stupid! he should've just skipped that stupid meeting!", Tears began to well up in his eyes.

He managed to hold them back, for just long enough.

His father entered the door, multiple boxes in hand.

The kid blushed, he felt ashamed.

His father approached him, boxes in hand.

"Hey kid! sorry for being so late! But I got you a little something!"

His father handed over one of the boxes.

It was small and fit in the palm of his father's hand.

The young man was handed the box, so he began to open it.

It was a small brooch with a crimson red gem in the middle.

"Its like you eyes don't you think?", His father looked into his eyes and smiled.

"Uhm how, how do I put this on?", Despite feeling a little disappointed in his first present he wanted to seem grateful.

His father helped him put on the brooch and smiled.

"It has a special little enchantment! it will make you just a little bit faster!"

It was his first ever enchanted item.

The kids face was covered with a big smile.

An item that would help him with his adventure, given to him by his father.

He was sure he would love it forever.

"Thank you papa! Its so cool!", He kept touching the brooch admiring its red glow.

"You know kid, I think your already a hero! How 'bout we just call you that?"

His father was about to laugh, however he saw the look in his child's eyes.

"Hero is is then?"