Chapter 12: Hospitalised Stay

Eader was in the hospital bed, since it was his last day, he thought about what to do. Gramps said that he needed two days' rest so the muscles could grow and nurture.

He was grateful for it, he could have a chance to study (which is still important) and repay Nancy for her hard work.

It was 7.00 and his wound had practically healed. He was thrilled. Nancy came in saying "you are free to leave," her voice sounded disappointed, rather confusing him as she was acting bashful towards him.

"You have to go to the reception and fill the letters out," she said in a sterner voice.

Eader nodded, he was already changed and ready to leave.

"And here," she gave a smile and his phone back.

Bewildered, Eader opened his phone and found out that Nancy knew his pin.

'1111 was also not the best choice.'

Sighing for his failure, he saw in his contacts that Nancy added herself.

'What the...'

Eader gave a face and left the room. He left the room and went down to the entrance, he went to the reception and filled out the paperwork. Leaving the hospital, hoping he won't have to be in it again.

When he arrived home, it was the start of the set. He felt good to be back home. But he was not yet finished.

'I will practice my sword technique.'

But he noticed something strange, he looked at it closer.

'I must be tired, maybe I should skip the slashes.'

Eader's body was more muscular before, but it was not helping his small height.

'Maybe I will stay short forever.'

Today was the last hour of the last day for Eader's training.

It made him happy since he would stop doing this for 2 days. He was on the porch where the concrete landing was stationed.

'Where's Gramps?'

He asked Sunny, who he found out that she was acting, but still keeping his view of things.

She replied "he is out back talking to someone.'' She walked away after, but something was on Eader's mind.

'Who is he talking to?'

The thought frightened him. Then, like from magic, Gramps showed up.

And behind him was a six-foot-six muscular bodybuilder, black from top to bottom. He wore a yellow t-shirt, which did not fit him right.

He wore normal sporty shorts, despite this Eader felt inferior to him. Gramps looked at him, "aaah, Eader, may I present to you, Michael Tyson." Eader was in utter awe seeing him.

He looked at the man.

"Hello, nice to meet you," sticking out his hand.

Eader returned it, greeting him, "Hello, my name is Eader."

The smile the man gave was pleasant and fitted his black beard, and him being bald suited it more.

"You see Mr Tyson here will be helping you, in a bit of training," when he said the second clause, his pitch abbreviated.

Then Eader asked the most sensible question.

"How did you get him here anyway?" still surprised at what he is hearing.

Michael chuckled ''well you see I am the head of the Woodjin foundation a lot."

Now Eader's head exploded.

Gramps is the Head of the Woodjin foundation.

The Woodjin foundation is a company that supplies the world with wood (a worldwide wood company).

They said that the creator of the foundation just lives his life in peace and lets his son run the business since he is retired.

He looked at the founder of Woodjin, giving a face, it was like a baby tried to make a face, but he puked multiple times, so he had to restart the places he puked, but did not restart the whole face, so it looked a bit deformed.

Luckily, Michael moved on to Sunny.

"You never told me this," he whispered frustratingly.

"Everything has a time, place and man-," Eader cut him off before he could finish the sentence.

"Then, why are you tutoring me on how to become a swordsman? And the sword placing in a random area, what's that about?" he asked, anticipating a logical answer.

"because….. I am bored, and I already mentioned that the sword was to find a disciple so I could train them," giving a whole roll up off the reveal.

Now the face making baby, which pukes, tries to make a constipated face, like a baby pooping. The reason why? He can't deny his logic. It was so stupid, that it made sense.

"Now, when should we start?" Michael asked, with a happy face.

Eader was puzzled since the man was looking at the small boy. By Eader's face, Michael could tell. "Well the old man said that he was training a newling," he explained, Eader did not like where this was going.

"So he told me to give him a bit of battle experience." Michael Tyson was a world champion swordsman, who fought in professional matches in the ring (boxing, practically).

And what Eader got from that sentence was this, speaking loudly to clarify, "I fight you?"

He said cheerfully," yep."

He said scared out of his pants," I, who has barely any fighting experience is fighting a professional athlete with years of experience?"

Michael got what he meant, "no, not with a sword, I would probably kill you."

Michael shifted, putting up a stance," we will be fist fighting," he threw a punch that barely missed the man and Eader.

"But of course he will be wearing weights and you will be wearing protective gear," Gramps mentioned, pointing at a bag. He added, teasingly," of course, you don't have to do this."

Eader looked and angrily spoke" screw you, old man," walking away. That startled Sunny and Michael, but Gramps sighed, like getting his hopes up.

Then a weight flung at Michael, he caught it." What are you waiting for?" Eader called from the bag," scared I might beat you," he said with a smile.

Michael, with his mouth open, snickered, and Gramps gave a victorious smile.

'Sometimes you need a push to rise.'

He looked at Sunny, seeing her smile.

While Eader was changing, Gramps walked over. "I will give you a few helpful tips," he said proudly, Eader nodded, he needed all the help he could get. "Pretend your knuckles and fingers are the sharp part of the blade, slicing through." Eader got the remark, as Gramps showed what he meant.

'A punch is a blade cutting through.'

When it was time to battle, Eader wore a body plate with arm cuffs and a helmet to fit, including a leg cuff. Michael had the weights on his wrist and ankles and he wore no t-shirt, only red shorts. They were on the grass since they were less likely to get injured. Gramps was acting as referee, he shouted with all his might," when I shout go you will start the fight."

Eader was tense, this was his second fight, despite this he was a professional.

'OK, a handicapped professional.'

But it still did not make him feel better.

"3," that startled Eader.

"2," he was thinking about how to calm himself.

"1," he took a deep breath.

"Go!!!!"

***

A conspicuous figure was walking around looking and waiting outside the building where the detective worked.

"What do you mean you have no clues!" he roared. They have been on the case for three weeks, and have no clues. All they know is a man in a black Cape was kidnapping girls.

The detective had other important cases so he left the rest to his subordinates. Despite this, the same man kidnapped two other ladies.

One every week. He had completed all the rest of his work, but this one was left, and left for 3 weeks.

The detective sighed, and to make matters worse they all are not related in any way, then he asked the constable for his thoughts, replying with a weak look, "well I did some research and found all have fairly low magic," the detective nodded, "so I looked at their durability it was high, higher than there magic, and they have the terrible technical capability."

Nervous and petrified of making a mistake, the detective tapped him on the shoulder, "ok and what lead do you have?"

In a less tense manner, he took a breath and spoke, " we know a lot of disabilities can increase the amount of magic you take in and store, so maybe they are used to power something, meaning that they could have a huge lair, and make something," the detective looked impressed; the stage fright finally hit in," of course, that's a theory, "stuttering. " That's a damn--. "

Boom!!