The Sage of Einar

Gerd, who was leaving his house, looked at the sky with some contempt and took a drink from the jug in his hand.

After finishing the contents, Gerd handed the jug to one of the many nearby slaves. "It is time to leave slaves, as Herald Einar is waiting for us on the beach."

The slaves who were loading some handcarts, only exhaled as they followed Gerd to the beach.

Einar, who was teaching a group of warriors to warm up, could hear some strange noises, so he raised his head.

What he could see was that a small procession was arriving from the village, so a smile formed on his face.

Gerd, who was walking, was surprised to see a group of warriors do some kind of weird training, so he scratched his beard 'Quite strange the training Einar is teaching.

But why do you need chain mail, helmets, and even blunt swords? '

When Gerd reached the beach, Max greeted him and walked over to the wagons to pull out the boxes with the tools he asked for.

"Eskol coordinates the warriors to start taking out the boxes; when we finish, we will all wear these armor.

Remember to also give them a sword. "

Eskol stretched out his arms and began to give orders; it was at that moment that all the warriors took out all the boxes from the carriages.

After finishing, they all donned their chainmail armor and helmets.

When he finished changing, Max could feel that the weight of the entire outfit, including the sword, was approximately thirty kilograms.

'This weight is very little compared to what I had to use in military training, but it should help me to know what my body's limit is.'

Max stretched his arms and looked seriously at the warriors in front of him. "Today begins a new stage in your life as soldiers.

The difference between a warrior and a soldier is discipline; you can be the strongest warriors in the tribe, but if you fight against a larger enemy.

You are going to die!"

Max began to draw his sword and buried it in the sand. "Our ancestors could only destroy the Roman Empire because it was destroyed from within.

But if that never happened, we would all speak Latin and follow their religion. "

Max's hand pointed to everyone present. "Some of you have been to Constantinople or Miklagard.

You who were in that place, as were the troops that guarded the city. "

Eskol, who was standing with the crowd, took a step forward. "His troops were weak, but they always kept order; even when they walked, they did so by marching.

I had the opportunity to see a confrontation between some Byzantine soldiers against a group of nomads.

Although the nomads had horses and superiority of people, they were killed when trying to charge against the Byzantine soldiers. "

Max nodded and put his sword away. "That is the power of discipline; being able to follow orders is more powerful than knowing how to kill a man with an ax.

I'm not saying that being strong or being able to kill enemy warriors is wrong, but if we really want to conquer, we need to be a professional army.

Some may not like what I say, but they are free men; they can return to the village and continue with their lives.

But for those who stay, they will have to go through some pretty tough training that may make them cry.

The previous warm-up was just to avoid damaging their muscles; now, they choose what they want to do. "

All the warriors looked at each other, but none left their place, so an awkward silence was present.

Max walked towards the warriors, and when he was in front of them, he gave a small blow to his chest.

"I'm glad you accepted the training; now the first thing I will teach you is how to train."

The slaves and Gerd who were seated in a rock watched as Einar began to order all the warriors in three rows.

When Max finished ordering the warriors, he stood in front of them. "Now, let's start jogging.

As we jog, I want you to repeat what I am saying even if you don't understand it.

Every time I say a word, you will have to step on the left foot; I will show you how to do it. "

"Cuando"

Max started trotting on his left foot.

"Se"

Max started the word with his left foot.

The slaves and warriors did not understand what Einar was saying, but the melody he sang as he ran along the beach was too catchy.

When Max finished, he returned to where the warriors were and indicated that they had to start jogging.

"Cuando se muera mi suegra

Que la entierren boca abajo"

Max said as the warriors began to repeat the phrase.

"Para cuando quiera salir se vaya más abajo.

Con los pelos de mi suegra yo haré un estropajo.

Para tallar a su hija de la cintura para abajo."

All the warriors shared the whole tune in unison as they jogged on the beach.

At the end of that little tune, Max began to sing another and continued with the training, some fishermen who were nearby just watched with curiosity as they all jogged along the beach.

Eskol, who was jogging, realized that the melodies he was singing had a great function.

Well, apart from raising everyone's morale, singing could also help regulate breathing while jogging.

Looking at Einar's back, Eskol could only sigh. 'What other fantastic things can you do, Einar.'

By the time the training was over, they had all traveled the entire small Reykjavik peninsula and returned to the village.

The first thing Max ordered the warrior locks to do was that they had to take a bath in some of the thermal pools.

To do this, the first thing they did was store the armor in their respective boxes and then carve their bodies using soap and water.

In the end, everyone was able to enter the hot water of the thermal pool.

When Max felt the hot water relaxed his muscles and sighed, "You have done well guys, tomorrow; At the same time, we will continue with the training.

Remember that you must go to the great room before you return home to receive a fist of sewn salicornias.

That little green plant will help them regain the nutrients they lost. "

They all nodded and gave a little shout of thanks to Einar.

When they came out of the hot water, Max put his hand on Eskol's shoulder. "Eskol remembers informing Aila that there is a marsh to the north that has salicornias.

But under no circumstances let her go alone with the children; at least four warriors must accompany her.

Well, it is an area somewhat far from our town. "

When he saw Eskol leave, Max just smiled because it was time to start buying food to make breakfast and lunch.