At two years old, Arya spoke English, Spanish, Japanese and Russian.
Her father had helped her in her practice of languages by sending on her way, the few Japanese valentinos who had not been swallowed by the Tiger Claws and the Russians who had managed not to be recruited by the Scavs or the Maelstrom .
If they had been in Westeros, she would have had her sister mobilize their bannermen to eliminate these lowlifes.
Arya also knew the value of an eddie, and how life for some humans was worth less than 100 euro dollars in this town.
The history of this city was marked by dark and bloody periods and the only ones that emerged whiter than snow and richer were the corporations. They were undoubtedly the lords and ladies of this world.
She had struggled to understand how it was possible to live in space but had vowed to go one day if she had the money.
All of this education had led the young child to excel in her online classes, to the point that she had just started first-year college lessons. Her devotion to his studies had surprised her. She was sure seeing her so focused her septa would have had an aneurysm. The poor woman...
Arya preferred archery rather than listening to the love stories between ladies and knights.
That's why at 5 years old Arya approached Judith and Campo and nervously told them
"I want to learn how to fight."
Her parents had quickly become a tandem in terms of education. Over the years they had noticed that their daughter sometimes had the maturity of an adult, an idea which was reinforced when Mama Rena, the ancestor of the neighborhood and clairvoyant at times, had declared that Arya had an old soul. She always knew what she wanted and how to get it. But for the first time she hesitated. She was afraid, afraid that her wish would be rejected. Which was absurd in a city like night city where there were gun vending machines.
Campo nevertheless hurried to reassure their baby.
"What training do you want to follow?"
The smile that accompanied his response was one of the most beautiful things they had seen in his life. But when Arya started to speak the first doubts arise.
Kung fu, Krav Maga, gun shooting, fencing, archery...
Who used a bow these days other than one of those edgerunners. But they were all mad.
They weren't going to deny their princesa what she wanted, though.That's why Campo enrolls her in a fight room that the Heywood kids frequent.
"The little one needs friends" he said
On the weekend when he takes her to the badlands to shoot and the arrow hits the center in a few tries, he's sure he made the right decision.
Even more when this decision saves his life.