"Right. Huo Jian, you don't have any weapon other than a dagger, correct?"
"Yes, Master. That's correct."
"Then let's find you something better," Wu Zhe muttered, glancing at a sign depicting various weapons.
As they entered the shop, they found a long line of men waiting at the counter.
The trio patiently waited their turn.
"Yes? What can I do for you?" a bald man asked, wearing a blacksmith's apron.
"I require a weapon for this child," Wu Zhe said, nodding toward Huo Jian.
The blacksmith narrowed his eyes, sizing up the young man who appeared close in age to the "child" he was referring to.
"Alright. What weapon would you like?" he asked Huo Jian.
"Um…" Huo Jian hesitated, genuinely unsure.
"Just get a spear. It's easy to learn," Xu Shazi interrupted.
"No. He should choose a weapon he has skill with," Wu Zhe cut in sharply.
Huo Jian's mind raced as he stared at the racks filled with countless weapons. He couldn't decide.
