"Get up, you maggot," said the masked man with golden outlined clothes.
*SLAP*
The man beat Aziz in the back with a stick. "No rest for you."
"Ow! It hurts like hell." Aziz squirmed, gripping his back in excruciating pain. "Why can't you control your strength, you de-"
Aziz stopped quickly before the words left his mouth. He zipped his mouth shut.
"What did you say?" The man's smile was seeping through his mask.
"Nothing I said, nothing, Teacher." Aziz jumped out and stood straight.
"Hmm… good."
Aziz was travelling to meet the "Liege." During this time, the masked man and the leader of the strong soldiers from an unknown affiliation were training him. The training was literally hell on earth.
He was doing physical training like running laps and bodyweight exercises during the course of the journey.
"Pick up those sandbags and run another 10 laps." He ordered.
"Whaaaaaaaaaa."