Noel watched as Anele picked up the fainted Priya and take her upstairs. He continued his weapons training for a few more hours,mostly focusing on the spear. Priya slept for an entire day, he would go up every now and then to check up on her.
The next morning he went to check her and found her sitting up straight on the bed. Good morning.
Good morning, how long have I been asleep? An entire day. That long huh.
When you ready, come down and have breakfast. Can I the take a shower first? Yeah sure of course, bathroom is right down the hall, it easy to spot. Thank you. You welcome.
Noel went back downstairs and started preparing breakfast. Thirty minutes later Priya came down wearing new clothes that fit her perfectly. Anele bought those for you. Where is she? I want to thank her.
You don't have to worry about it, here is your breakfast. Thank you. So what do you think about her training method? Rough but effective, I'm not really sure what happened yesterday, my memory is a bit foggy but I'm sure my spirituality has increased by quite a large margin.
Aunty would be better at explaining it to you, when you done eating meet us in the training room. Noel went to the underground training room where Anele had been the entire night. New training material were there.
There were a multitude of different guns and an entire crate of bullets. There were also target dummies, a lot of them. It was obvious all of these were prepared for Priya. A few minutes later Priya showed up.
She saw all these and was surprised by the amount of effort Anele put into training her, this really touched her, she vowed not to disappoint miss Anele. You woke up, good. Now we can start training.
Choose your weapon. This sentence made Priya flinch. Yesterdays beating traumatized her. She slowly went forward, picked up a gun and loaded it. Thirty metres infront of her was a target dummy with a red circle 4cm in diameter in the centre.
You will keep shooting the target until you can hit the centre 50 times in a row. 50? Isn't that bit too much? Tell me when you done. She turned around and looked at Noel. Noel picked his weapon and went to have a sparring match with her.
Priyas task was not especially hard but it was not easy either, especially for her. Afterall, although she had a few target practice before,she was not an expert marksman, she just learnt enough to defend herself.
While she was practicing her marksmanship, Noel was getting beaten up by Anele over and over again but his spearmanship was improving at rapid speed and along with it,his spirituality.
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Anele would at times give him pointers on his stance and grip, although she was not a spear user she was very knowledgeable of any and all known weapons, under her guidance, Noel was becoming better and better at using spears.
After around 10hours of this,they heard Priya tired voice. I have done it. They turned around to look, her arms were shaking, she did afterall have to withstand the recoil for over 10hours.
They went towards her and saw the target dummy littered with bullets holes and there was a larger hole at it centre. Do it again. What? Do it again I want to watch. Can't I take a rest first? My arms are killing me.
No, do it now. How am I supposed to shoot with shaky arms? Exactly, if you can't shoot with shaky or broken arms then you not even close to having done it, now pick up your gun. Priya looked depressed, Noel just showed an understanding smile.
He too had to go through the same thing when he was much younger and weaker than Priya currently is. Even when his arms were shaking and hands were bleeding he still had to pick up his spear and fight.
Priya went back to her training and Noel went back to his,however this time there was no sparring. Your grip is too soft, your legs lack balance and your arm strength is too weak. That is on me though, I should've started this training much earlier.
What training? Priya turned around to look at him with pity. Anele picked up two dumbbells with array inscriptions. She made him wear a vest that weighs 100kg, ankles that weigh 20kg each and bracelet that weigh 10kg each.
She made him do an air chair position with his arms standing straight horizontal to the floor. Gave him the dumbbells and his arms fell down immediately, each of the dumbbells weighed 300kg.
I can't do this. You will, stay in the position I told you to. I can't, I can't even lift these dumbbells. A whip made of pure darkness suddenly hit him on the back. Stop talking back and do what I say.
Begrudgingly Noel tried to lift the dumbbells but was only able to lift them a few centimetres off the ground, his muscles were tense and he felt like his arms were being pulled off.
This is the best I can do, he said with gritted teeth. Okay then stay in that position. For how long? Until I tell you otherwise. He gritted his teeth and did as she said. Priya on the other hand was even more miserable.
People may think her situation was not as bad but that would be a lie. She had to shoot at the same position for hours straight without rest, her finger was now bleeding and her arm was shaking so much it basically vibrating.
She had to shoot multiple bullets every second or a whip would be on her back, although it was hard,with her computational ability she was able to see the improvement, which served as motivation. Although she was still missing almost all of her shot, it was because her arms were shaking like crazy but she feel her accuracy increasing.
She felt like her arm could withstand the recoil better now, her shooting rate per second increased and most importantly her computational ability improved which also meant her spirituality was increasing gradually.
Five hours later, the elevator of the training room opened, out came a beautiful girl with red hair like they were on flames, beautiful crimson eyes and natural dark red lips. Noel, are you here? Let go out and have some fun, I'm bored.
All three turned to look at her,Priya and Noel had pity in their eyes. Anele smile a little, bored? Well that good then, I have just the right thing to cure that, she said a little evil grin.
Shit, thought Lize.