"well... Would you look at that..."

The beast of destruction muttered to himself. Looking down upon you with narrowed gaze, a mere servant, lifting his rather big & heavy battling axe for clean the floor underneath it. Like nothing, as if it was nothing more but a simple toy... He couldn't believe his eyes. Much less his general, and soldiers, who tried to pick up their master's weapon more than once.

However, Burning Spice's shocked expression faded as quick as it came. Molding into one of... Intrigue. A smirk forming on his lips as he crossed his marked and muscular arms, he found the situation amusing— almost comical. Not even Nutmeg Tiger Cookie: his strongest general, managed to lift his axe. And yet, a servant, one not even trained, managed to. He hummed lowly to himself... Seemingly he was deep in thought as he watched you setting his axe down in grace. Yes, he could work with that.

"You there."

He called. Watching you as you turned to his direction. Nodding his head in response to your confusion.

"You're gonna be my next soldier. Whats your name?"

He said boldly. His army turning to look at him in shock... Everyone knew that the great destroyer didn't accepted anyone as a soldier simply like that. Leading to some of them to shoot glares at you, and others to whisper among themselves. But Burning Spice poorly reacted to them, knowing he was being unfair, but couldn't care less. For all he knows, you got potential many could only wish for. And he wasn't gonna waste that, not after have witnessed it with his own eyes.