Authors note :
If anyone is from Brazil I do not mean to a fend you by when max says " I don't know what a Brazilian is but it sounds deadly " I was speaking about the martial art and how dangerous it is.
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Maximilian pov:
My name is Maximilian, but I go by Max, I am the second son of the great Herba house. Sense the time I could think I've admired my sister. She's smart, beautiful , and strong as hell.
But she acts more like a man than as a girl. How you ask well for one she refuses to wear girl clothes her exact words were “I'll die before I willingly put on a dress, and I'll kill anyone that tries to make me.”
She also hates anything a noble woman is normally supposed to like such as tea party's and knitting. She would rather spend her time in something she called the weight room. Inside the room is a lot of things she calls exercise equipment.
Every day her and the knights under her are to “workout” for two hours. When she comes out she looks exhausted and sweating all over the place. One time I asked her why she was doing this if it seemed so hard she just flexed her arm showing off her toned muscles saying “ I have to be the strongest so these bitches won't step up” I had no idea what the hell she meant.
Well that was until some noble came asking for a spar. The noble thought that because of how my sister looks she was weak. Even though my sister can lift a fully grown man with one hand, she looks like any normal girl a skinny delicate flower, with her luscious black hair that is kept in a long high ponytail, her rich golden eyes that make the highest polished gold look dull, her small nose and small pink mouth, all of this with her snow like skin combined makes her look like a ceramic doll from the capital.
That was just her face her body also looks like what the noble girls wish they had with corsets and girdles, with her narrow waist small chest and long long legs. All of this with her looks she looks like a moon goddess.
But that's just an illusion if you catch her in training clothes in something that she calls a sports bra and shorts you will see the power behind the illusion. She has abs that looms like valleys, her chest is small because of the muscles on it, her legs and arms look like well forged steel. (A.N think someone like Kailash Persaud Google her)
When the noble man came to fight, he was probably thinking he could get feel of my sisters body or make her submit to be his wife, that was huge mistake.
He spoke some nonsense about how he would hate to hurt her pretty face, so he will only wrestle, what an idiot my sister has a wrestling style so vicious she kill you while she's on her back and you're on top. She called it Brazilian jujitsu, I don't know what a Brazilian is but it sounds deadly.
Back to the idiot he rushed my sister going for her waist at a low angle, but before he could get close my sister delivered a lightning fast punch to his nose, then a palm strike to his ear, she then wraps her hands around the back of his neck she then kneed him four times switching legs after each hit,
then she threw him on the ground by twisting her waist and pulling down his head with her hands still clenched behind his neck, after he was on the ground she dropped her knee into his solar plexus ,then sat on his stomach with each of her knees on either side of him, then came the pounding.
She punched his face till he was knocked unconscious. It was then I understood what she meant so the bitches were the nobles and stepping up was them challenging her.
After that nobles came to challenge her for a month straight and they all left unconscious some even with a broken arm before the fight started because his hands were wondering.
After all these fights me and the soldiers under her started working out like crazy but we kept in mind my sister's warning having muscles was fine, but having bulky muscles was not allowed, so we focused on strong lean muscles as per her training regime. Making sure not to over due it because it could be more harmful than good.
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I now also knew why she ate so freaking much, it was all the fucking exercise she does. I ate a half a cow a fucking half of a cow.
When I was 9 she started training me in hand to hand combat, if that's what you want to call torture. She would teach me how to unarm an attacker with a sword with my bare hands. I repeat my BARE HANDS! First she was nice and kind teaching the motions nice and slow.
First step is to get into your opponent's guard before he can complete his swing or after you've dodged his attack whatever the situation calls for really. Then you grab his sword arm at the wrist so you can keep the sword away from you, then pull his arm, now here's where things get tricky if you stopped his swing before hand as you pull his arm you will turn your body so your back is facing him while his sword arms elbow is on your shoulder then pull down breaking the elbow.
But if you dodge the attack before you pull the arm place your leg behind their back leg, then pull the arm while pushing your shoulder in their chest this will get them off balance causing them go fall you will then stomp on the sword arm breaking the arm. This works on everyone, but my sister because before you can stomp her arm she has you in some weird hold where the sword edge is at your throat. I've said it once and I'll say it again I don't know what the hell a Brazilian is buts I know it's deadly.
Then came putting it to practice she would use super thin and light sticks that she could swing really fast and expected me to be able to disarm her. I was hit till I had red marks all over my body, then after half year of this I was finally able to disarm her both ways of course we didn't actually break arms and such we stopped at the last step before breaking.
Then after that I was put with the soldiers and we each ran the drills with practice swords. I found that the swords moved insanely slow. I disarmed a veteran soldier on my first try.
She then taught all of the soldiers this technique. She then taught us her fighting style. I was more bruised then before.
Then after all that abuse I still had to study how to run a territory. I had to learn geography, agriculture, politics. The politics was fun I learned from my sister to always get any deals in a contract that I created on oath paper something only members of our house have and we have to take an oath just to get any from my sister.
She really doesn't trust anyone besides me my mother and father and Aluma. But even we have to take oaths when we get anything she thinks is dangerous in the wrong hands and we have to keep them under an oath lock which only unlocks to those who took the oath to get them and if the person did not take the oath a loud alarm goes of and paralyzes the one trying to take them.
Now you might be wondering why not try to become the prime minister of war like my father. Well if you were listening my sister crushes anyone who “steps up” she also coined the phase “ run up get done up”. She said that to my cousin when he challenged her at the houses family meeting.
The poor bastard can't even look at her without crying. So least to say I'm not going to go for that position. Another thing that's weird about my sister is she talks very briskly she will only tell you what you need to know. Mostly like a summary of events that happened.
My favorite phrase she says is when a noble gets jumpy and wants to lash out at her, Is “what you feeling frogy? Then jump frog.” Yeah my sisters scary.
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Warning do not try the acts detailed in this chapter I am not responsible for any injuries obtained by you or anyone that have tried the acts detailed in this chapter.