chapter 13: Training

Cyrus face twitched, the cry of his muscle as his face hammered the sturdy ground. He cursed his every muscle inching; he fell he had been knocked down by a car.

"Rise "

"Oh, common those were little bugs. Let us forget about them, will we? "He cried out forcing his way up. His trembling body rose. Instinctively he shielded his face.

Haha good for ya. you can't hit me anymore

But the black shadow collided with his stomach. He spat out falling down as he gripped his stomach. Falling head first on the unforgiving mat. Undulating his body like the ripple in a ward shield.

Through his blurry vision he could see a familiar figure staring at him from above

"No they were not "

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Cyrus stepped into the training ground. His gaze quickly swiped through the area. At its center a training mat, if it could still be called one. It was so thin he hoped he would survive.

All over the large training ground was a series of strange machines and Weapons . a faint scent of sweat still lingering in the air.

The early rays of the sun, cascaded down the broken ceiling.

Why are they so stingy with all the wealth they have.

Calmly sitting in one corner there she was. Likewise reading a book underneath her umbrella. She looked Impeccable with every detail carefully taken care of.

"Your early. where is the prophet "

"He requested I oversee your training "Leora said

"Guess we'll be training together "he said. "But with this outfit? "His suspicious gaze never left her

"Training alongside me? "she tilted her head to the side, then a mesmerizing smile bloomed on her face "we can indeed "She waved.

" what a nice smile , shame its wasted on you " he shook his head. She suddenly slammed her book closed and stood up . "Change your attire "

He felt uneasy why did she suddenly smile like that something was fishy here. But since he was already there, he couldn't flee anymore, could he?

Cyrus approached the training drawers. A series of black attires. He picked one and got undressed with no heed of her.

" your lucky to catch a glimpse of something like this " he commented getting change with no heed of her presence. She didn't respect him there was no way he will respect her. This was the moment, after all that sport and hard work time to see the results.

He smiled and removed his shirt , His bare top looked dull Infront of the mirror. A slightly bulging stomach with thin arms. His body tensed quickly taking on the training attire. A deep urge to find a hole and hide.

With all the jogging I have been doing ? seriously

"What a privilege indeed " she said

The training dress was sticky portraying even more his lack of training.

At least it feels comfortable

He could feel every inch of his body. And beyond. The faint sounds of faints rustling. The miniature particles of dust flowing in the void. His breathing, the up and down movement of his heart. He fell like his conscience had expanded into the world.

What an amazing feeling

"First let's assess you reflexes "She waved.

A mannequin came to life. It dull eyes blitzing with energy. It stepped forward. Cyrus lifted his head , the figure was twice his size his hands covered with huge gauntlets. It lifted it guard.

A blurry image, he gripped his nose, the deep red substance spilling down. "Hey a little heads up next time would be nice " he said.

Then he stepped back in an attempt to widen the distance. But the mannequin moved way too fast.

Another powerful hit his jaw flashed to the side, his body smashed on the mat. Which was tainted read. "Damn!! " . He shook his head.

"Bob exert maximum power and focus on his head "

" what ? "Cyrus lifted his head.

Bob trembled. His head turned bloody. His body cracked and condensed into a shape smaller equal to Cyrus size. He vanished. Cyrus blinked and rushed back. No way he could fight such a monster.

Bob flashed by the side. His fist whistled out. Cyrus screamed intensively diving down. His jaw was slashed a wound mark, blood trickled down. His heart accelerated, clearing his throat. "Hey stop now "he cried out. His pupils flickered, a violent surge of adrenaline, his neck muscle cracked. He shielded his face. Bracing himself for impact.

Bob hand came crashing, a breaking sound, Cyrus sent biting the dust. But bob stood motionless. His fist completely shattered.

"Rise" she said

"Oh, common those were little bugs. Let us forget about them, will we? "he cried out forcing his way up. His trembling body rose. By now he already had a good idea why she was so angry.

Such a vengeful girl

He cursed Instinctively he shielded his face.

"Haha good for ya. you can't hit me anymore "

He smiled cunningly, But the black shadow was swift and collided with his stomach. He spat out falling down as he gripped his stomach. Falling head first on the unforgiving mat. Undulating his body like the ripple in a ward shield.

Through his blurry vision he could see a familiar figure staring at him from above

"Enough "another figure lightly stepped in.

"Finally prophet , save me , this crazy women is out to get me" he crawled to hide behind him. Literally cursing at her with his eyes.

"It appears you can still talk after all "she glared at him, then bowed to the prophet. "Please excuse me Prophet "

The prophet nodded, "Bob Rest "he said. The mannequin went back dull once more.

"To incur her fury so swiftly, one must tread upon delicate grounds "

" she is just crazy " he said massaging his head now full of bruise.

" In her realm complexity reigns and judgment are not easily rendered. What did you do "the prophet moved to the center of the training area.

" how can you be so quick to assume it's my fault "Cyrus felt abused this was too much.

Feeling the prophet stare he sigh, "I might have accidentally blocked her path, and yes not only that, I did look at her but listen up, it was all thanks to those witch eyes. you know, you just get caught in "he said pointing at his eyes as if to emphasize his point.

"that's not enough for her to be this angry "

Cyrus halted his step hand underneath his chin he tough deeply,

why else could she be angry?

"a friend might have jokingly called her hot or something but aka isn't it a compliment why does she have to be such an evil "

"Whatever do you know why she asked bob to focus on your face? "

The prophet circled around him scrutinizing every inch of his body. Cyrus shook his head intrigued

what was he looking at . he can't even see

"The wellspring of our strength lies within the primal guardian, our canines. They are not merely companion but the vessel of ancient power, tethered to the very essence of our existence "The prophet said. Touching his forehead.

Cyrus reacted instinctively and roared. A powerful lion roar, the winds cracked, the storm sweeping through the training area. Powerful canine flashed out.

"Still little but it should be fine for now "The prophet wiped the saliva on his face.

"what happens if they accidentally gets broken ? "he asked hesitantly