1.13 The Devil Instructor

Old Han’s shop was divided into 3 parts, the 1st floor was where he lived, the ground floor where his shop and workshop was and the underground basement, where the stuff from the old time was kept and a gym too.

“Who taught you to fight?.. Those moves I saw in the arena belonged to a professional.” Wearing training clothes and having shaved his dirty beard, Old Han gave the impression of a training instructor. His eyes were cold when looking at Sura now.

“No one… I learned it myself.” Sura wore different kind of clothes, the clothes were interrupting his movements, they waited 100kg and made Sura stand in a way a gorilla would stand.

“No one?.. ok! We will fix that now. And if I am not wrong you will soon be reaching the threshold of Human realm.” Considering Sura fighting in the arena every day and getting broken, his will was strengthening along with his SC. That was also one of the reason Sura came back to the arena again and again to have himself beaten to pulp.

Sura nodded at Old Han’s remark. “First thing we need to fix is your mouth, you speak less and your personality is weak when not fighting.” Old Han still remember the unyielding eyes Sura displayed on the verge of death, usually people with that kind of indomitable will have a strong personality, but for some reasons besides fighting, Sura had a weak personality.

“For the beginning I will have to train your personality a little, make it a little stronger and a little shameless, not like the one who spilled his secret to me previously.”

“Uncle!” Sura said while lifting his hand with all his strength.

“Say what?”

“Are these clothes necessary?”

Sura didn’t get any answer, but he felt himself thrown off the floor and colliding with the iron wall.

Where did the nice old uncle go who gave me small jobs?

Sura stood up straight and didn’t speak anymore.

Seeing him silently stand up without question, Old Han praised him saying just one word. “Good!” Then pointing at a practice dummy. “Punch that thing 100x in 1 hour, if I come to find undesired result, I will beat you until your whole body is broken except your head… can’t have you guzzle down my drugs cabinet.”

Sura already told Old Han about his ability, that as long as his body got food, he will heal. And for Han it was a good news too, he got an unbreakable toy, unlike his time in the guild.

And those guys cried when beaten by me.

“I need to watch over the shop too, so I am going up.”

Sura didn’t wait for Old Han to exit the basement, he went to the dummy and started to punch it.

I can’t even close my fist properly, just what kind of material this suit is made of?

With enough struggle, Sura closed his fist and without a second thought he mustered the strongest punch and threw it at the dummy, though his movements were obstructed a lot by the suit, but the punch still held half of Sura’s original strength.

As the punch connected with the dummy, intense rebound threw him back 4 steps. The shock from the dummy has made his bones crackle.

“This?” I need to punch that thing 100x with my full strength?

He can see 2 different no’s appear above the puppets head.

“1x….. 160kg”

Sura’s eyes went dim, without any other thought and forgetting about the intense rebound that can break his bones, Sura punched again with his next fist even harder than before.

The rebound shook every muscle of his body, but this time knowing full well of the rebound, Sura fitted his feet in the ground tightly and not moving even an inch from his position.

Another no came into view. “2x…. 155kg!” SO it only shows the average of the punches I throw, Uncle Han won’t be satisfied if that number drop down from 125, I need to keep punching.

He punched while biting his lips, he punched while the muscles in his hand got swollen up again.

He continued to punch until blisters appear on his palm and his fist was covered with blood.

The whole dummy was not covered with blood, but Sura’s punches didn’t stop for one second. He knew the time he was given was a lot less, even a Hunter realm expert can’t do it, so how can a human realm expert do it?

It’s a test!.... it had to be!

He kept punching, his both hands were now covered with micro cracks, and it wouldn’t be long before it turned his bones turned into dust.

Even though the pain sometimes made him distracted and in result he was pushed back, but coming to his position again he kept punching.

To save strength, Sura remembered the way the man from his dream fought, and started experimenting different kind of punches to put less strain on his fist and ultimately saving him some pain.

Sura thought why he couldn’t fight properly even though in dream he kills a lot of people by himself.

Probably this body is still not used to the memories of that guy.

Soon it was time, and Old Han got downstairs. Looking at the counter. “72x… 152kg.” Shaking his head in disappointment so that Sura can clearly see, Old han appeared directly in front of Sura.

“What did I tell you? If not 100x then I will broke every bone in your body.” Crackling his finger in an intimidating manner, Old Han looked to Sura like a devil.

Sura thought that he was going to get beaten again and maybe Old Han only wanted a reason to beat him up, but instead he got a single punch in the stomach.

Omph!!

Colliding with the ceiling and falling down, Sura immediately started coughing.

“Next! 70 kicks at the dummy, strength must exceed 180kg.” Saying thus, Old Han went out of the basement.

Sura didn’t argue with Old Han, what can he argue about, it was Old Han’s way to display his love.

But where did that nice old man go.. don’t tell me it was all an act?

Unknown to him, both personality of Old Han were original, the only difference was his other personality only surfaced when training someone.

Wiping his nose, Sura got close to the Practice Dummy and started kicking it.

His speed was much slower than before, because now he needed to keep balance when one of his leg was in the air, and the other integrated in the floor, and if he wanted to complete the task given by Old Han, he needed to use both of his legs simultaneously.

These last 2 weeks may be hell for me.

*

“Father! You called.”

Titus stood in front of his father, with trimmed hair and a glossy look, he wore a perfect uniform for ceremony, and his father being a peak Master real expert, he needed to show some respect. And even Gerald stood to the side with his military uniform.

“Titus! I know you have suffered a lot, and all your hard work have bore fruits.” Wilkus Zamirus! One of the overlord of the city, he held absolute control over the supply of spiritual artifacts over the market. And even ignoring his identity as one of the important figure in the Red ocean guild, he held high prestige in the military too.

He didn’t much older than his oldest Son, he had a young face and looked like just someone in his 30s, unlike Gerald who looked like a 20year old youngster. His hair was the same as both his sons, the color black, and if someone looked at the three of them together, they will think them as a group of brothers.

“For your hard work, take these things as gifts.”

A blue sword and a silver shield flew through the air in pair and stopped in front of Titus, unlike his brother who was gifted 3 daggers and a war blade, Titus was only gifted 2 things.

“Both of them are 4th grade artifacts.” To show the real worth of the artifacts Wilkus put this sentence in Titus’s ear.

Titus’s eyes went wide. Gerald was only gifted 4 grade war blade, the daggers were only 3rd grade.

Titus instantly picked up the artifacts from the air and dropping his blood created a connection to himself with this weapon.

“Remember! Never to lose these weapons, I have ordered them specifically to your taste, they will be great help for you to overcome the obstacle in your life.”

Generally a new hunter realm expert was only able to afford the standard equipment which was grade 1 flying sword and a battle armor to protect their vitals.

But Titus was gifted Grade 4 artifacts, it can show how much his father valued him.

Titus fell on his knees and thanked his father from the deep down of his heart, tears were streaming down his cheeks.

“Get up! That’s not how the men of our family are trained to act.” Ordered Wilkus with a stern face.

He didn’t like when his son cried.

“Get up and go wash yourself, next we will see your ability through the assessment crystal.”

Titus nodded and went back to his room.

Titus didn’t notice but Wilkus felt intense pride in his heart.

“Father! Your face looks even more elated from the time I broke through the same realm, isn’t that favoritism?” Gerald asked with a jealous smile on his face.

“Stupid son, even though you know, you still ask. Your younger brother is a talent that appears once in thousand years, so me being this happy is usual.”

Gerald being the big brother also felt proud, but seeing his sibling getting more affection made him a little jealous.

“Well that’s true too.”

*

Sura laid on the basement floor, the number on the dummy was 55x and 183kg.

He was breathing deeply, he thought that it was better to be beaten by Vulture and come home to rest than training under Old Han.

Both of Sura’s legs were shattered into pieces, even if he wanted to get up, he wouldn’t be able to do that. Old Han already came down and gave a huge stomp on Sura’s chest making him throw blood through his mouth.

For some reason I feel good… is it because of that masochist man from the dream?

He was not feeling wronged in the least, he felt that the pain he felt now will probably do wonders in the future.

His body was broken and forged again, this process will surely make him mentally strong and his body will be optimized too.

If you want something Sura, then you had to feel some pain for it.

Maybe one day I will get it? If only I become powerful enough, I may be able to find it.

Strength attracts treasures, if not for that drug father gifted me, I won’t be able to see this side of Uncle Han any time soon, instead I will just continue to think about that dream and go mad.

If I have strength, I may be able to snatch all kind of treasures.

If I have strength, the more treasure I have, the more strength I will have in the future.

And maybe when then I may be able to find that… that thing that died in me during killing that women.

………….

What woman?

Sura dragged his body to can of meat and opening it after much struggle ate it in one go.

What woman?

“Is your rest over yet?”

With his body sitting up straight with the support of the cold iron wall, Sura replied. “No Unc….Sir!”

Hearing the word Sir, Old Han nodded and then ask. “Are you able to walk?”

Sura looked down at his swollen legs, then looking back up again.

“No sir!”

“Ok! Eat your fill, and for the next 2 hours do these resting exercises… this time is enough to restore your body to working condition.”

Throwing a memory crystal toward Sura, Old Han went back to his shop.

Picking up the crystal and waving it in front of his watch a series of instructions appeared in front of him, they were just a set of breathing exercises focusing on burning the extra energy in his body.

“This is resting exercise, or the way to heaven?”

Who am I kidding, I am a hell material.

*

Somewhere deep in the cursed territory.

“One more arrives!”

“One more to feed!”

“One more to look out for!”

“One more to train!”

“And one more whose ability we all are looking forward to.”