Strongest Hammer God novel Chapter 232

"Did everything go as planned?" Noah asked as Kyle walked out of the Advancement Room.

"Yep," Kyle said with a smile. "I'm now an Initial Fighter."

Noah smiled and nodded. "I'm looking forward to your successful missions. You were already outstanding as an Adept. I wonder what you can achieve now."

Kyle laughed. "Trust me, I'm also looking forward to trying out my new powers."

"Kyle, come! Train!" Bonk shouted with excitement.

"Bonk," Noah said, pointing at the open door. "Close door."

"Okay," Bonk answered, going to the door and closing it carefully like it was made of brittle wood.

When Kyle saw that, he had to take a deep breath.

'Bonk is so insanely strong! It's actually crazy!' he thought.

"Kyle, could you shrink a bit?" Noah asked, looking up at Kyle. "I don't think you will fit through most of our doors like this."

"Oh, yeah, right," Kyle answered before his body shrunk.

In an instant, he returned to his normal size.

Yet, the next moment, Kyle almost fell over.

"Whoa!" he shouted, righting himself before looking backward.

'That hammer is heavy!' Kyle thought.

Just now, Kyle felt like his hammer had doubled in weight, and it had almost pulled him to the ground.

He had to use quite a bit of power to stay upright, and walking forward was not easy.

'Brah, just walking is a workout with this.'

"I noticed that you're usually wearing armor," Noah said. "Have you decided against wearing your armor, or are you just lacking the funds to purchase a new one?"

"Second one," Kyle answered. "I still want to wear armor, but I need a set that can grow with my body."

Noah just nodded without saying anything else, and the three of them walked back to the cafeteria.

Luckily, the set of clothing he had received in Theodor's Trials was designed to grow with the wearer.

Otherwise, Kyle would be naked yet again.

Shortly before they reached the cafeteria, Noah looked at Kyle with raised brows. "Are you sure everything's alright? Your Ether seems to be in disorder, and your face seems strained."

"It's just the hammer," Kyle said. "It's heavy."

Noah chuckled. "That's the burden of Fighters who choose to have a large True Body. If you want your equipment to be useful in a serious fight, it needs to have just the right weight for your True Body. Sadly, that makes it far too heavy for you in your normal body."

"Yeah, I've heard that many times," Kyle said. "Bundt complains about it all the time."

Noah politely chuckled as he opened the door to the cafeteria.

"Congratulations!" Everyone in the cafeteria shouted at the same time.

Kyle looked at everyone in surprise.

Then, an expression of betrayal appeared on his face. "Guys, I wanted to surprise you!"

The people laughed.

"Surprise? Look at your red face! Everyone can tell that you carry the burden of a true Shouter now," one of them shouted with a laugh.

With the burden of a true Shouter, the guy was referring to the fact that Kyle had to carry equipment that was far too heavy for him.

The cafeteria exploded into laughter.

"Kyle is going to be walking even slower now!"

"Hey, aren't people supposed to become faster when they advance? Why is walking so difficult for you suddenly?"

"Guys, don't be so mean to the little guy. He's already old. Grandpa needs his time when he's walking."

"Hey, are you going to buy a new set of armor? Will you still be able to move then?"

"He doesn't need to move! They will just carry him around like a big boulder and load him into a catapult to send him to the enemy."

Kyle just rolled his eyes at the jokes, and everyone broke into laughter again.

Yet, deep inside, he actually enjoyed the jokes.

He was part of a community.

These were his brothers and sisters, and Kyle knew almost every single one of them by name.

After a bit of small talk, Kyle went outside with Bonk.