He sat on the wooden bench, exhausted but satisfied. His sly grin widened as he watched the bevy of beautiful maidens carefully remove the armor from his battered and bruised body.
To no one’s surprise, the bloodied warrior was victorious again. He had defeated yet another challenger who had the gall to underestimate him and his impeccable skill with a broadsword.
Will these fools ever learn?
He sighs. Someday he will reside in a kingdom where he’ll be able to simply exist without being challenged because of his slender build, his diminutive stature or his unusual name.
But until then…
The Weekday One Hundred 