Barry walks over to the outskirts of the village, where Ivan "Rocket" Robinson lives. He walks to the walls, opens the gate and peaks inside the trainer's property. Neatly trimmed grass and small flowers occupy the yard.

Barry knocks on the door. "Hello? Mr. Robinson?"

"Leave me alone, kid."

"I won't leave until you let me in."

After some grumbling, unlocking the many locks, and opening the door, a middle-aged man greets Barry.

"What do you want, kid?"

"Mr. Robinson. I want you to train me to become the Barbarian King's apprentice."

The door slams in Barry's face.

"Please, sir? I just want to talk. How's 100 gold per lesson?"

The door opens again.

"Get in. But make it quick."

Barry is let inside the large hut. Large because over the years, Mr. Robinson has expanded his property. He and Barry walk through a dim lit hallway when he spots a photo of Rosa and Mr. Robinson.

The former trainer spots Barry's eyes in the photo and throws a small tarp over the photo.

"Follow me."

Mr. Robinson leads Barry to the living room with more photos covered with more tarps.

He sits in a large armchair. "What do you want again, kid?"

Barry shuffles his hands. "I want to become the Barbarian King's apprentice, sir."

Mr. Robinson frowns disapprovingly. "Don't call me sir. I'm Ivan Rocket to you. Maybe Rocket for short."

"Okay, Rocket. I want to be the apprentice of the Barbarian King."

Ivan wisely pulls his neatly trimmed beard. "I see. Well, to do that, you have to practice."

"Okay. What should I practice first?"

"First, swordsmanship. I want you to destroy my level five wall."

"It's hard to rebuild, though."

Ivan shrugs. "I'm a builder, remember? I can build it again."

"Alright."

But Barry isn't exactly the best at tearing down walls with his tiny sword.

Ivan comes out of the house with a gold-rimmed sword with a bronze blade. It has no marks like any other barbarian's sword except a small chip on the top-middle side, which means bravery.

"This should work," he says. "This was the former apprentice-in-training's. Now it's yours."

"Gee… I- don't know what to say."

"I do. Smash some walls!"

As Barry trains with Ivan, he realizes that he must become the leader Chief Histen's village needs him to be.

Ivan turns to Barry. "Lemme tell ya something, kid."

"Yeah?"

"I just wanna know if you've happened to see some beta minions around Chief Histen's village. They ran away from the builder base. My brother's land."

Barry recalls the morning he fought Braxton. "Yeah. I have. Why do you ask?"

"As apprentice-in-training, I command you to put them in their proper place. Maybe check out the builder base and see what's up."

"Alright. But I can't get there myself."

"I know an archer who knows a hog rider who knows a donated Headhunter who knows a- well you get the picture. One of them has a boat. Talk to Braxton, actually. He helped them make bets on your fight, which is illegal without the chief's permission, which may result in donation."

"How do you know all this stuff?"

"While hiding myself away from society, I happened to memorize the village rules."

"Oh."

The two stand there.

Barry shrugs. "Alright. I'll do it. But I need three people to accompany me."

"Fine by me. But who?"

"Do I have to?" Gregor asks.

"Yeah, kinda."

"Fine. But if anything happens, you're dead."

"Besides, you can bring Ana with us.

Gregor rolls his eyes. "Fine. I'll do it. But I better see gems."

"Explain how Chief Histen's rich, then."

"Alright."

Barry heads back to his barracks with the other barbarians. Braxton is holding Bayne's mirror.

Bayne snacthes it out of his hand. "Gimme that. It's mine, not yours. I paid twenty gold for it."

Bart walks in and puts his sword on his bunk. "Twenty gold. Real expensive. Chief Histen's toothbrush is worth more than that piece of junk."

Bart turns to Barry. "Speaking of gold, where'd ya get that new sword? Not everyday you see a sword like that. Any barbarians' dream is to own that."

"Oh, um…"

"He probably stole it," Braxton sourly accuses. "From the Barbarian King."

"I'd never," Barry shakes his head. "I want to be just like him. Why would I steal?"
"To rub it in my face that you're better than me. That you all are. That I'm a worthless ex-Super Troop with no more purpose. That's why," Braxton jumps off his bunk, grabs his sword, and out of the barracks. "I'm heading to the tavern. Don't follow me."

Everyone pauses.

Barry jumps off his bunk, too. "Let's follow him."
"Are you kidding?" Bayne challenges. "He just said to not follow him. And he has his sword."

"So I'll bring mine too."

"But he'll kill you!"

"He's not a Super Troop anymore." Barry reminds him.

Bart and Bayne look at each other. They follow Barry out of the barracks and into unknown danger.