Days go by quick when training

"There is no use in you knowing what kind of power you will be able to wield when you still have to train your body and mind. I believe the Guardian did not tell you about the powers of your eyes because you have only three months to get in shape in order for you to survive in a new world with little information and all on your own."

Mi-sun said to Nolamine as he came back from training, exhausted. Ten days had passed and Mi-sun had been nowhere to be seen, together with Nala and The Grand Witch. Not that any of the other six would show themselves except for First and Fourth who would only appear when it was time for them to train him. Returning into their huts thereafter.

In the mornings, he would be trained by First and in the Afternoons by Fourth. It was an uphill battle to be trained in the afternoons as training in the morning would be extremely tiring as it would be strength training.

For the past 9 days, ever since he started his training, he would be made to swing a long sword throughout the morning and it was as heavy as 20 kilograms. No technique was involved, just him swinging his sword with Langa doing the same next to him, his sword weighing 50 kilograms.

They would swing basic sword swings but Langa would mix it up after showing him what to do. His eyes still could not believe it, the boy was only 14 years old and he was already a giant and swinging such a heavy sword.

The sounds of girls who were as old as they were trying to get a peek of his chiseled muscles as he swung his sword like a barbarian made Nolamine have some determination too, but after 30 minutes of swinging his sword on the first day, his arms were numb.

First did not talk at all, and would just sit there, observing him as he swung his sword like he was studying it and Langa would be the one to help him. With his arms giving up on him just 30 minutes into training every day, the rest of his 5 hours of training with breaks in between would be hell for him.

This is why his afternoon was an unwinnable battle for both his body and mind. Fourth, would show him moves that he needed to master and with them putting emphasis on movement, precision, and balance.

With how tired his body was, you would guess how that went. What helped though was that she would correct him even before he made a mistake. It was like she already knew what he would do.

This made him learn the techniques even quicker with him only needing to perfect them. At that point, they were using one of her daggers as his mother's dagger had presented some problems, since he had still not mastered the techniques yet.

His mind was in turmoil though. Just imagine having one of the sexiest women you have come across training you every day and in your teenage years. Well, let's leave that to your imagination, as his dreams were something else.

"Huh? But, at least I would have an idea earlier on of what to expect."

He replied to Mi-sun after her thoughts on Aapep not telling him what his eyes were capable of.

Mi-son sighed. She thought he would by now know what he was getting himself into after seeing someone dead and who she had just killed. She hoped he had stopped treating what was happening like a game.

"Nolamine, this is not a game. There are a few people you can trust who are left in this world. The Guardian is practically the only family member you have left who you can trust as he serves your bloodline. If he thinks it is not the time for you to know, then it is not."

"Hey, I trust you too."

Mi-sun sighed.

"Look at it this way. You have to get to a certain level to unlock a new skill set. If you are distracted by the future, you won't be focused on the now. You need to concentrate on what you are being taught right now as three months is a short time to learn something new and condition your body."

Nolamine sighed.

Mi-sun went and took his mother's dagger. She took a knife from the kitchen and tried to chop the knife's blade using the dagger. It only chipped it as it went through it a quarter of the way through and she had not used that much strength.

She went to Nolamine and took his hand, made him hold the dagger, and then made him chop the blade of the knife off. The dagger went through the knife's blade, which was made of stainless steel like it was butter.

"You have not even begun to understand the secrets of this dagger but you are busy throwing a tantrum about not knowing your eye's abilities."

She said, disappointed in him. This was why he was practicing using a different dagger. His mother's dagger reacted differently when he was holding it, making it cut through almost anything without him even trying.

It was a dangerous weapon to be in the hands of an unskilled tired kid who would swing it without reservation.

"Nolamine, you can put that down dear, and slowly walk away from it."

Nolamine remembered Fourth's sweet voice when she had asked him to take out the weapon he would be practicing with in their first training session. Even with her power as a seer, she was so afraid of it, like she saw herself get injured if he trained with it.

The only saving grace to him in those hellish days was being trained by her and after thinking about her, he looked at the chopped off part of the blade and then Mi-sun as she looked at him, expecting him to say something.

"Have you seen Nala?"

He asked with hope in his eyes.

She was so mad she wanted to look for her heels and smack him over the head with them.

"You little brat, I will slap the teenage testosterone out of you."

She said as Nolamine looked down at the blade again, embarrassed.

"She and the Grand Witch are still brewing the potion, with her learning how it is done as they can only make it once in their lifetime."

She said as she left him, leaving him still wondering what kind of potion they were making that took more than a month to brew.

Three weeks passed as Nolamine kept training and was doing the same moves over and over again. At some point, while swinging his sword, he got frustrated as he could only manage to keep the same level of energy while swinging the heavy practice sword for only 45 minutes now. He thought his progress was slow.

As his frustration grew, so did his strength and the sword got lighter. First, who would do the same thing every time, which was just sitting and watching him, immediately stood up and went to him.

Nolamine was so focused on what he was doing that he did not see him approach.

"Ahhh!"

He screamed out. First had hit him with a punch to the stomach that sent him flying, crashing, and rolling on the ground. It was more of a push than a punch as he only leaned his fist to his stomach, which resulted in such a punch.

"The sword is the extension of yourself, thus, you need to develop the muscles needed for it to become that extension. With the time we have, we can only develop those muscles to a certain extent. We are not here to train your eyes but your body. Next time you use them, I will punch you twice as hard."

First said, as he towed over him while he tried to catch his breath. His voice was deep and menacing. He went to sit down thereafter and just observed him like he had been doing.

Langa came and picked him up as he laughed at him.

"Finally, I am not alone in my hell."

He said as he put down a massive sword and helped him up. Nolamine was impressed by his strength more than anything.

"I see you do not understand something that I'm even jealous of."

Langa said.

"You are only 14 and just started this kind of training, which is essentially strength training targeting the muscles needed to swing a sword, but you can already continually swing a sword that weighs 20 kilograms for 45 minutes without tiring. Don't you see how strong you already are?"

He said as he picked up his sword.

"I should be frustrated and not you. At this rate, you will catch up to me."

He said. Nolamine smiled and went back to what he was doing.

It was only after two months that he was allowed to practice with his mother's dagger, but he was still doing the same movements Fourth had shown him to do over and over again. His movements were getting sharper and faster. He also noticed that his feet were getting lighter.

He could now swing his sword for an hour and 30 minutes without rest. What was more impressive was the fact that he could recover his stamina even quicker after only needing to eat and he could be able to do the same thing again.

"Your body has fully devoured the curses that had seeped into your body."

First said, as he stood up and went to him. At that time, it had been two months and two weeks since he had started training. He had not seen Nala and the Grand Witch in all that time.

'So, he knew about that?'

He asked himself.