Chapter 6: My Father, The Demon King of Training...

Walking out of the elevator I stroll towards the training room thinking about all the crazy cool things I will be able to do in the future once I'm able to fly and lift buildings.

If I was paying more attention I might have noticed the strange aura in the air emanating from the training room. if I would have been paying attention I might have noticed that I was already 10 minutes late to my first training session with my dad. If I had been paying attention and not lost in my own thoughts I would have heard my mother who had come down with me to observe my first training session sigh and say, " you shouldn't have been late, he hates it when people are late to training... oh well he'll learn next time." oh god how I wish I would have been paying attention.

walking into the training room I notice my dad standing in the middle arms crossed with a glare on his face. In the 4 years that I have known my father he had never had that expression on his face, not when he and my mother got into an argument, not when he was frustrated because he couldn't find the remote I hid in the couch, not even when he was fighting supervillains. He had never shown that glare, always just a smile and an easy laugh. I feel like something bad is about to happen, and I'm the cause of it.

"uh, dad why are you glaring at me like that?"

"your late"

"Yeah, sorry I got... lost... or um distracted"

"from the changes I notice in your body I'm guessing you have just awoken your power?"

"yeah, just earlier ... that's why im late?"

*squinting*"are you asking or telling"

"telling, I think"

"very well, and what type of power did you awaken? you should be able to tell"

"it has to do with strength, im pretty sure it works like titans' power"

"in that case you are planning on being a strongman type like Titan and I right? in that case, you should know the most important philosophy of the strongman type right?"

*gulp* "do you mean titans phrase "hit and get hit"?"

"exactly so to start training you are going to try and hit me, and im going to hit you. don't worry your mother is here and she will heal you so you can keep going" *evil grin*

"...uhhh what?"

And before I know it my father is in front of me slamming me in the gut sending me flying into the "cushioned walls" I say "cushioned walls" because all that was between my body and a concrete wall was a thin layer of foam. struggling to my feet my "father" or as I will come to call him in training the "demon king" hits me again, flinging me into the wall across the room to only repeat the process again. occasionally my mother will stop the "fight" to heal me and let me back at it.

-training montage-

*smack**slam* "IS THIS TRAINING OR CHILD ABUSE?!?!"

30 minutes later

*smash* *splat* "YOU REALISE IM YOUR SON RIGHT?!?!"

another 30 minutes

"come on get up, it ain't trainin if you ain't in pain. NO PAIN NO GAIN SON!"

after another 30 minutes

"I'M 4 YEARS OLD WHO THE HELL TRAINS LIKE THIS!?!?!"

"watch your language son or you will be training with me next", says my mother with a sickly smile as she heals me. looking to her I can see the image of demon floating above her head. I shiver then get back to my "training" with the demon king.

finally, after 2 hours, I think we're done but I am sadly mistaken. instead, I am taken to our gym which is fully stocked with all the weights a strong man might need going all the way up to several thousand kilograms. As well as a track that can change depending on what is input into the computer controlling its layout. looking around the demon king(my father) decided to go "easy" on me and starts the training off with a 1600 meter run, and when I mean run he was following behind me as I sprinted for all I was worth for the full mile. and the "warm-up" run we hit the weights in what seems to be an upper-body day where I did everything from bench press to farmers carry to overhead press. we worked every group of muscles in the upper body that could be hit. finally, after another excruciating 2 hours, I was released to go shower, eat dinner that the nanny made and go to bed.

Unfortunately for me my day of hell just started because after showering, eating and returning to my room I still needed to cultivate my body for an hour. why an hour? because from my experience with Qi it seems any more than an hour a day and my body simply won't do anymore no matter how much I try and try I can only cultivate my Qi and body for an hour a day. Which thinking about it is both a curse and a blessing, its a curse because it will limit how much training I can do in those areas per day. but its a blessing because it allows me to spend time with my parents and not only live to get stronger like what happens in a lot of cultivation novels I have read. And I mean what kind of life is it if you can't enjoy the people and things around you?

now back to the present, I sit down in the Lotus pose I have become so used to being in and begin cultivating the "Eight trigram cultivation technique". I focus on refining my body as stated in the technique and as I do I am racked with ungodly pain. this pain makes what I just went through for the last 4 hours feel like a nice spring walk through the park. I can feel each strand of muscle, tendon, bone, and organ grind pop and rip as they slowly start to change on a fundamental level. I can feel the waves of pain radiating from everywhere in my body as a cacophony of nerves fire off alerts to my brain begging me to stop, to make the pain go away. But I can't, because this is what I want, no, need to go through if I want to be the best. if I want to reach my goal of being the best superhero to ever step out of lander and cause villains to hide and piss themselves in fear when even a whisper of my name is said.

"I AM DAVID. D BRAVEHEART AND I WILL BE THE GREATEST HERO THIS WORLD HAS EVER SEEN", screaming I focus on my cultivation and push through until what feels like an eternity but is in fact only an hour passes and I pass out with a smile on my face knowing that I managed to take my first official step on the path of becoming a hero.

-3 hours earlier back in the gym-

-Olivia Braveheart POV-

watching my son David batter, bruised and beat to hell walk out of the gym and to the elevators still with enough strength and dignity to hold his head high after the torturous training program he just went through I can't help but feel extremely proud. looking at my husband who is also watching David with his usually bright cheery smile that leads me to fall in love with him I can't help but ask.

"Why did you put him through that you know he is only 4 right"

*haha* "I know but did you see the way he pushed through everything I put him through, his will power is out of this world! and don't even get me started on his power! it's amazing! did you see his level of endurance even without your assistance I think he would still have been able to make it through at least half of this training!"

*smile* "that's true but did you have to hit my precious baby that hard, you know I love him more than anything in this world right?"

*shiver* "ah, well, yeah" *haha* "I'll make sure to hold back more next time... I just got a little carried away..."

*still smiling*"A little carried away with my fragile, delicate, precious baby? you got a little carried away?"

"ah well, you see..."

As my darling goes to explain himself our alarm goes off alerting us to some danger in the city that we need to respond to. as we look at each other and go to get our costumes on I to remind him that

"This conversation isn't over honey. we will return to this topic when we get home, understand?"

"yes, dear of course" *haha* 'but we have some people to save, and some villains to capture so let's go shall we?"

smiling I let the conversation come to an end because he is right David can handle it, and we do have people to save"4