Son of Hephaestus
Maverick sat on the far side of the bleachers, he was wearing a sleeveless white undershirt and a pair of jogging pants whilst carrying a sword which he had just forged. He adjusted his Techno glasses his mom gave him to zoom into the people who were fighting at the center of the arena. Slash by slash he copied every movement of the gladiators with his right hand and the sword.
Maverick really wasn't cut out for fighting, but as he realized it was an essential he needed for survival, he decided to train starting from a simple sword. He wanted to approach the other kids and ask for some tips or moves but he was just too shy. Embarrassed by what he perceives that they would insult him like "You're the Son of Hephaestus, You make weapons, You have a muscular body and yet you don't know how to wield even a sword?" Those thoughts lingered in his head which prompted him to decide to just learn from a nice distance through observation.
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