Chapter 12
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CQC Lv.16=>20
Evading Lv.1=>11
Opportunist Lv.4=>8
New Skill: Physical Form Lv.1( Imporves the boost given by physical stats and cha), Yoga Lv.1( improves flexibility and control over the body), Physical Damage Resistance Lv.1=>3( Reduces Physical damage by 3%)
+3 Str
+5 Dex
+3 Vit
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I felt like shit I should feel like shit but Gamer's Body stopped my body from actually getting tired or seriously hurt, converting the damage in HP and all that bullshit, but it didn't keep my mind from getting tired, and fuck if I am tired.
Considering it all training with my dad might have been the best decision I could take since he also taught me a way to train my Dex, how I didn't about it makes me feel stupid.
Dex involves control over your body, Hand-Eye Coordination, and flexibility, the simplest answer that seemed to just escape my mind was to practice Yoga, known for its use to improve flexibility, I know, I am an idiot.
Another welcome surprise was the physical form skill, it seemed useful and made me wonder if there was one for the other stats department.
'Considering I unlocked it when I gained 5 points for Str, Vit, and Dex each, maybe I have to do the same for Int, Wis, and Per, the only one remaining is Per, 4 points away from a new skill.' I thought while putting down the bar in its supposed place.
" Where have you been hiding all this talent until now?" My father asked me while smiling at my sudden spike in strength and ability.
" Don't know, how do you hide all your muscles under a hoodie?"
"Touche, anyway go the to changing room we have to go back home." He said with a smile on his face.
I simply nodded and just when I was about to go change someone opened the door, which was strange, considering this was the personal training room of my father no one should be coming in.
A man with golden hair and blue eyes came inside, if the Nazis saw this man they would have wanted him as their representative, I mean, those are the blondest hair and the bluest eyes I have ever seen in my life.
" Is Richard Adams here?" The man said while looking at my father, who is Richard Adams.
" Can I help you?" His tone of voice shifted to something I never heard coming from him.
Stone cold, made me quite literally shudder, usually, my father is either stoic or happy, but never... this.
"My name is Steve Roger, I was suggested to come here for some training."
'Steve Rogers? Where have I heard that name?'
And it was at that moment that the History skill decided to make itself useful, like a truck it hit me with the memory of who was the man in front of me.
One Observe later and I was sure who this man was.
FUCKING CAPTAIN AMERICA, The real one, the one who has been taken from the ice and brought back to life, the 89 years old man who looks 30, the man who is level 98. ( Observe has been levelling quite a lot in the background.)
'He is level 98 and wants to train with my father.'
" Who made you come here?" My father asked his voice turning a bit back to its natural tone.
"The man with the eyepatch."
Is that supposed to be a codename, quite a shitty one if I can say so.
" Sam, go home, I will have to talk a bit with my friend here."
The man turns towards me, I stay calm and simply nod while moving towards the changing room.
When I went inside I realised a breath I didn't know I was holding.
'WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?'
Who is the man with the eyepatch? Why does he know my father? How is Steve Rogers/Captain America involved in all of this? Does mom know? Ashely?...
Other thoughts wanted to formulate inside my mind but I printed from going into a panic attack by opening and closing my hand a few times, concentrating on the feeling and finally taking a big breath, holding it in for 5 seconds, and breathing out.
'Calm down, everything is good, you have your dimension to go to if something goes wrong if someone...' I pulled my mind out of the gutter wore my clothes normally, and readied myself to go home.
During that time I didn't hear anything from the room most likely because of how thick the walls were.
When I went out I saw my father and Steve getting ready for a spar, feigning ignorance I turned towards Steve with a smile and said:" Beat his ass."
"No word of encouragement for me?" My father asked with a sad tone.
" You have been beating my ass for 6 straight hours, the only thing I want to see now is for your ass to be on the ground," I said with a flat tone.
" Language," Steve said while pointing his fingers towards me.
I turn towards me and to my dad and then back to him.
" Is he serious?"
"More than you think," Dad said while massaging his temples.
" Ok, no swearing near Aryan guy, got it."
"SAM." My father shouted to me.
'Maybe that was a bit too far.'
"Don't worry, I have to say that I look more German than American, but I still see myself as one, so no problem in a joke," Steve said while smiling.
'Damn, I thought he would have been angrier considering Aryans were his enemies, but it looks like he is too good for himself.'
I simply nodded and then hurriedly went outside, leaving the two to their out-of-the-norm training.
'Ok if I continue training physically it will take a lifetime to reach them, so even though training once or twice won't hurt, what I need right now is something they won't expect... MAGIC.'