The village was buzzing with excitement.
Word had spread about Kyle's feat, and the villagers decided to throw a celebration in his honor.
Bruce was sent to deliver the invitation.
With a broad grin, Bruce approached Kyle.
"Young Master! The village is throwing a party for you! They want to honor you properly!"
Kyle glanced at him, unimpressed.
"If you have this much free time, you should be using it for training instead."
Bruce flinched but quickly recovered.
"Come on, Young Master, this is a good thing! You've earned their respect! Plus, it would be rude to refuse."
Kyle sighed, rubbing his temples. He had no interest in celebrations, but avoiding them would only cause unnecessary trouble.
"Fine."
Bruce beamed.
"Great! Let's go!"
The party was already in full swing when they arrived. The villagers were drinking, singing, and dancing around bonfires. Food covered the tables, and the smell of roasted meat filled the air.
