General Bro turns to Mr. Chair, who is still trembling from the events that just occurred, he puts his hand on the scared mans shoulder still not showing much emotion.
"Mr. Chair you vill 'ave to fill out ze mizzion report."
"B-but..." The nervous man shudders. "I-I don-don't know how to, Steph- Stephsno usually f-filled it o-out..." The German teen closes his eyes and sighs.
"I vill show you 'ow to fill it out." He takes his hand off the mans shoulder and turns to Pewdie. "Your majesty." He firmily shakes Pewdie's hand. "You muzt be ztarving, ze food tent iz over zere." He points to a white tent sitting to the right of them. "Eat az much az you vish I vill update you on Stephano'z condition." He turns and begins to walk off with Mr, Chair.
"Uh... wait!" General Bro stops and turns to Pewdie. "Will he uh... will he be alright? I mean he was shot with an arrow and said it hit his lung, we gave him a health potion but it was only half." General Bro scratches his chine.
"Vell, ze 'ealth potion may 'ave 'ealed hiz lung, if that iz ze caze then it vill ve relatively eazy to fix 'im."
"And if it didn't?" His poker face falls once more to show fear and worry before pulling it back into its emotionless form.
"Zen zere vill be nozing ve can do."
His voice is commanding but grave before him and Mr. Chair leaves. Pewdie swallows, since he created the golden teen shouldn't he be able to save him, he closes his eyes and wishes for Stephano to walk out of that tent perfectly fine. He opens them and looks at the medical tent, nothing, this isn't some magical world where a wish will cure world hunger, this is a world filled with only war waiting for its crater to set things right. He sighs going into the dinning tent honestly he would have been more surprised if it worked, the inside of the tent is large with five gigantic brown tables in it.
Two lined up on both the left and the right sides and the last one is in the vary back, the four lined up on the sides have twenty chairs lining both sides. The one in the back has only five chairs with their backs to the wall, there are eighty people in the tent ranging from young to old. He can't see their faces because they're all wearing hats that hide their features but it's clear that they're all of different races and ages, some are sitting eating and others are standing in line waiting to get their food. Awkwardly he joins them and stands at the end of the long line, a man glances back but has to do a double take before noticing who it is.
"Sir, permission to speak?" Pewdie was confused, why did this American man just ask if he could speak? He shakes it off and nods allowing the man to speak. "The king, lord Stephano, General Bro, commander Piggeh, and Mr. Chair are all able to go the the front of the line, get their food, and sit at the royal table."
He gestures to the table with only five chairs, starving and a little light headed from not eating for so long he takes the mans offer and cuts to the front of the line. Expecting to get scolded for cutting he taps a young woman on the back and asks if he could step in front of her. To his surprise the Japanese woman bows and moves out of the way looking very happy, he steps into the front of the line. A man in a military uniform glances up at Pewdie and smiles, he leaves but when he comes back he has a big juicy nine inch stake that's cooked a little more than medium rare. The smell of it is enough to make Pewdie's mouth water as he takes the plate thanking the man before leaving to the royal table, a large man at least eight feet tall pulls out the red clothed chair in the middle. Pewdie sits in it, the man pushes the chair in, salutes, and leaves. The knife cuts through the stake as if his butter and when he puts it in his mouth it practically melts to the point where he hardly even needs to chew. When he finishes eating he leaves the tent and is confronted by a dirty blond female teen, with pale white skin, and light blue eyes she salutes.
"Private Goodrich, sir, I've been instructed to take you to Mr. Chair's cabin so you can rest up for tomorrows training." Confused Pewdie asks.
"What training?" They talk as they walk to the cabin.
"We need to teach you how to fight I'll be teaching you how to use fire arms and arrows. Commander Piggeh will teach you boxing, private Cole will teach you how to throw knives, and when lord Stephano is well he will teach you how to sword fight."
"How do you know about Stephano already?" She smiles.
"News travels fast through the Bro army." His gaze moves down as worry fills his thoughts. "Don't worry private Cole is a great doctor, if the health potion worked then he'll be fine." Pewdie nods and keeps walking even though Goodrich had stopped, he realizes his mistake and hurries back to the blond haired American, they are stopped in front of an old log cabin with two windows and a door. "This is it, rest up breakfast will be at 0500, Mr. Chair said he'll wake you up."
Pewdie goes inside, there's a bed with blue blankets and a whit pillow in the upper white hand corner of the room. A stove, a sink, and some cabinets are all on the left side of the cabin, a small dresser, like the one he woke up to, is sitting beside the bed. Even though it's only noon Pewdie is exhausted and lays down in the soft bed covering himself with the warm blanket before drifting off to sleep. Piggeh storms past Mr. Chair's cabin after going to his own to take a nap.
"Commander Piggeh I vish to 'ave a vord vith you." General Bro says jogging to catch up with the pink haired teen.
"Can't it wait?" He asks not slowing down. "I have ta see if Stephano's okay, someone told meh he just woke up, dude." The young general jogs in front of Piggeh and stops his steel toed boots firmly planted in the ground making Piggeh stop.
"Hiz zword."
"What?" Piggeh asks getting angry that hes been stopped.
"He iz azking vor hiz zword, vhere iz it?" Piggeh thinks back before his eyes grow wide and his mouth drops open.
"H-he still has his knives." Piggeh says. "Take him his golden knives, dude, h-he'll be totally pumped."
"Do not tell me," He says pinching the bridge of his nose. "you left hiz zword vhen he vaz hit." Afraid of what the German teen might do he nods, to his surprise General Bro only sighs. "It vill be your duty to inform him on vhat you 'ave done, zince you're zo excited to vizit my Stphano vhy don't you try to get 'im to eat? I heard that he refuzed to eat becauze ze zurgery made 'im feel zick, I vaz on my vay to check on 'im but I 'ave a lot of vork to do. Pleaze inform me of hiz condition."
After saying this General Bro leaves to complete his paper work, Piggeh continues to the medical tent now walking instead of running. When he walks in he finds Stephano sitting up in his hospital cot, his clothes have been removed reveling his slim golden body.