Every morning, Rhonas would measure himself by wearing the armour, a tiny jolt of hope flowing through him every time he tried to latch the hefty leather straps. Days of grueling training went by as he pushed his way through the throng of monsters. The villagers noticed the runt slowly met their eyes when engaging with them. His voice became more lively and confident as his shoulders broadened and the intense in his eyes showed a fire to defeat his enemies. He could have tested before the knights at that point and perhaps gotten their respect for meeting their requirements but that simply wasnt enough. He needed MORE. More strength and finesse than any other before him if he wanted to make a name for himself.