Becoming a viking in medieval time

A week later

Arthur lay on the grass with mud on his face while panting to catch some breath. He looked at his tattered clothes, smiling wryly under Halfdan's gaze because, during one week, he lived as a scum child in the next town to understand lower-class people.

Life was hard for him, it was him or others in the slum. The wildest thing was to survive he had to betray the trust of others and he understood why people gave up here.

" Eat slowly. It isn't like I am going to take away your food."

Halfdan shook his head with a calm face, leaning on the wall to observe him. His innocent face faded away in less than a week and surprisingly he cooperated well with this life since he learned hunting from others but even so, there were bruises and batters around his body.

" You seem to understand their hierarchy now."

Arthur grumbled at his words, gulping down the bread while etching his arm for water which was in Halfdan's hand.

" They yanked me for being self-centered and kind. I just wanted to feed the children and myself but the adult beat us like dogs.

If I was a little taller, I would have dusted their clothes until they left us alone."

Halfdan burst out with laughter while holding his stomach. Typically no young boy would beat full grown man but Arthur was trained, so it was true that he could do so if he was taller.

However, there was no if in this real world and he tasted it the hard way.

" So, do you want to beat them up now? I mean my hands are a little itchy lately."

Halfdan grinned under his gaze, throwing a wooden sword to his feet while bringing out a club from his back.

" You, serious? I can take you there if you want it."

Arthur devoured the remaining food in the blink of an eye before taking the sword without any thought because he was frustrated by their constant harassment. Especially, when they beat younger children he couldn't do anything except try to protect them with his body since he was alone.

20 minutes later

" Hic* You should have looked at the wench's face when I hit her. She was sobbing while holding her kid in her arms."

A drunk man said loudly while pulling out a string of cloth from his pocket to snip it. The other drunkards laughed at his action, encouraging him to do more because no one gave a shit to poor people.

" What about the money? We need some for booze. I mean that tavern guy is keeping tabs on our asses."

Just as he was about to finish his word, the loud banging sound reached his ears as his drunkness went away.

" Who the heck are you?"

One of the drunken men pointed at Halfdan who was holding a thin with his palm. Halfdan didn't give him an answer before knocking the man out with a punch.

" The smell of filth is filling my nose. God, you guys reek of stench. Maybe I should throw you into the river to help you to clean yourselves."

He then bonked incoming men with his club while Arthur peeked out from his back with his sword.

One of the beaten men recognized Arthur with a glance and tried to speak but Arthur's sword was much faster than his tongue, striking his chin which made him lose consciousness.

" Dead man tell no tales. I should handle these guys."

Halfdan shrugged at his words while kicking his dry lip with enjoyment because the night was young and they had time to enjoy.

In the morning

The shy sun peeked out from the side, showering gentle light upon the sleepy people while two young boys were drinking some booze from the casket.

" You said wine tastes better when we are beating someone and you were right, brother."

Arthur hiccupped while poking the half-dead men with his sword. His face was flushed from the heat from his inside and he liked that feeling.

" Right. I don't who brewed this but it tastes heavenly. Maybe we should hire them and don't tell your parents about drinking."

Halfdan laughed loudly while giving knuckles to the men under his seat.