Steve laid on his bed only an hour after he had met John, he was so scared and confused he didn't want to train and become a hunter it was something many children wanted to do when they were young but this occasion was different. For all he knew he was condemned to death if he didn't go but he would be pushed to his physical limit if he did go. With millions of thoughts rushing through his head he drifted away into his sleep,within his dream, he saw john's dead body lying on the ground he ran over to it his head hurt but the sudden thought that this man was dead on the ground surprised him. Steve woke to the thin morning air and light breeze coming from his window. with an exhale of annoyance "guess i have to go now." Steve reluctantly forced himself out of bed and got dressed grabbed his iron sword and shield not fully ready for today he stumbled out of his little hut. the sun was bright and shining if it wasn't for the sun's position he would've said it was noon. he went to the area mapped out by john and sat their for ages waiting. A rustle was heard from some harmless Lynians. With a loud crack john dropped down from a large cliff-like rock and he saw john walking over slightly happy and surprised to see him.

"So you actually made it Steve."

"What was i supposed to do stay at home?"

"No, i'm just amazed you actually came."

"well i'm here."

"here take this wooden sword"

"OK?" Steve grabs the wooden sword and realizes john has a similar sword in hand.

"Are you ready?"

"uhhhh... sure..."

as if by command John had run at Steve, sword ready, within a second of this Steve was hit by the wooden sword. Steve yelped at the pain and fell to the ground his arm was very harshly bruised.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Steve exclaimed.
"oh uh sorry about that, here drink this" Steve grabbed the jar and drank it's contents his arm instantly felt better and the bruise went away. Steve got up.

"Uh thanks?"

"sorry bout that..."

"...yeah sorry Steve forgot you've never hunted before so i went a little crazy on you."

"it's fine i guess, so um what was in the drink."Steve feels the spot where his bruise was.

"it's a potion... Wait, you're kidding."

"What?"

"YOU DON"T KNOW WHAT A POTION IS!" John is on the ground in hysterics.

"So what?"

"that's ridiculous dude."

"WHAT!?"

"Where do I start even i knew what a potion was when i started."

"oh shut up, lets keep training."

"Okay... gimme second." John catches his breath after his laughing fit.

the rest of the training went on at a quick pace after a while Steve started to get an idea of how to block John's attacks, John told Steve that he cant just block and that he has to be somewhat offensive. After Steve fought back some John started to counter his attacks and after long Steve was bruised up and down. John and Steve were tired of fighting and took a break. John told Steve to meet there tomorrow for the next day. Months passed by quickly and years were short to Steve. Later on in his training he got day's off more often so his teacher could heal his wounds and occasionally go out hunting for some little bit of fun hunting about a month after Steve's training was complete a man walk in through his door looking very serious

"Are you Steve?"

"Last time I checked."

"come with me."

Steve followed the man out of his house and taken over to John's house when he was brought inside there was a note on the table labeled 'john's will' Steve fell to his knees

"How?"

"John was a higher level hunter always goes for the near impossible to kill monster's... not many were surprised."

"Did he at least kill it?"

"With his dying breath he let himself get eaten and killed the monster from within."

"then how'd he die?"

"he was burned alive by the stomach acid."

Steve was so upset after that he couldn't speak for about a month afterwards. Only after the will was read, that he had some words to say.

"John was my teacher and best friend, he was a remarkable hunter where i haven't even hunted yet, three long years i trained with him, he was a reckless hunter, but the risks he took always worked out."

a brief silence that to him lasted forever passed.

"That man was the best damn hunter I've ever seen..."