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”7”
“8”
It's been 6 months since the coming of age ceremony, Bognog took me in as his student and put me on a hellish, brutal, uncompletable daily routine that would bring even the mightiest warriors to their knees.
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The literal physical hell I put myself through every day in order to get into shape to become a warrior of the tribe did however have its benefits. I had some muscle, not a lot of muscle, but enough to make my thin, small body defined.
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“69”
I have improved vastly in overall combat ability. I'm faster, stronger, and can endure more than most of the kids in my generation. Bognog even complimented me on my ability to grasp the basics of hand to hand combat in only a few weeks. However, my talent with blades, clubs, daggers, and almost every other weapon known to goblinkind was abysmal.
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“99”
Nevertheless I trained in both hand to hand and in blade skills every day with Bognog, who I have come to greatly respect. His strength was not to be underestimated, although lately he was having the slightest bit of trouble taking me down in a battle of the fists. Despite my small frame I packed a mean punch, or so ive been told.
“Whew..I'm getting better, I finished all 100 pushups before the others woke up”
‘No time for self praise, I still have training to complete’
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I would even be willing to bet that the only child in my generation that could beat me is Grog, but even Grog, as powerful as he is, does not have much tactic when fighting. He tends to brute force his way through fights, though I have noticed he tends to target joints and soft spots such as elbows, armpits, and kidneys. He was not smart but he definitely wasnt stupid.
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“100”
‘Seriously this daily training is going to destroy my body’
I can't really blame anyone but myself for my current pain and suffering though, no one is forcing me to do this but me. It proves my dedication to becoming the strongest, and the stronger people I get to fight, the stronger the opponent the more intense the exhilaration. That feeling is solely what I train for, being strong and big is amazing don't get me wrong, but that feeling of pure adrenaline rushing throughout your entire body while you and your opponent each lay their own well being on the line to win. Its more addicting than anything i've ever felt in my short life.
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“100”
‘Finally im done, time for the last part before my misery is over’
Lifting my aching body off the cold stone floor of the sleeping chamber in which my generation resides, I throw the flap open and start my jog around the camp. This regime which was given out to me by Bognog that maximizes results in all fields. Out of all of the children my age only two of us can handle it, me and Grog. Grog actually does two-hundred of every movement however, as he can only complete half of the run at most before passing out or collapsing from muscle failure. For such a physically fit freak of nature he just cannot run to save his life.
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Pulled out of my thoughts by a tap on the shoulder during my run, I turned to my left to see grog trying his damn hardest to keep up with me.
*HUFF*HUFF* “H-Hey there G-*HUFF* Gnar”
‘We haven't even passed the first entrance and he's already on the verge of suffocation’
I gave Grog a light smile and a nod.
“Hey Grog, I didn't see you in the chamber so I went ahead without you”
Grog looked at me with a proud smile and explained
“ I had *HUFF* got up earl*WHEEZE* ly to do some *COUGH* extra sword trai*CHOKE* “
He stopped before he finished that last word but I got the message. Grog and I had become quite close these last six months, we both had a similar routine and bonded well over light sparing, large meals required to build muscle, and pointers to help improve each other's weak points.
Grog was much better at using a blade than I was, coincidentally his ability in hand to hand fighting was quite laughable. Imagine that, I couldn't help but feel like our roles were reversed. We trained together almost everyday, slowly but steadily refining our weaknesses. - As we were approaching the third lap Grog started to slow down significantly. Being the amazing friend I am, I slowed with him. He would drop soon anyways and I could pick my pace back up. True to my thoughts Grog didn't make it past the third lap before he collapsed, his efforts were truly valiant but that's what he gets for trying to keep up with me. I wasn't the fastest by any means but the speed at which I paced myself was more comparable to a mild sprint than a jog.
“Catch your breath Grog we’ll talk later”
I heard a groan of acknowledgment as I sped away. This program was bound to end us, Bognog the evil bastard had given us the near impossible task of 100 pushups, 100 sit ups, 100 squats, and 10 laps around the camp. It was even doubled for grog due to his size and physical prowess. Truly an evil and barely-completable task to complete first thing Every. Single. Morning.
After my daily routine was complete I washed my face at the water pit before finding grog at the fire pits gorging on smoked jerky. The jerky was quite dry but packed with nutrition needed to grow big muscles. This jerky was our pride and joy, we learned through trial and error how to hunt, kill, and smoke yargvish with our own hands. The killing part was the easiest as Grog could essentially look at one and kill it. Tracking them was a piece of mud piet due to my keen attention to detail, making it easy to find tracks. Smoking the meat was the hardest but after four months we managed to make our first good batch, we have been self proclaimed masters ever since.
After my enjoyable meal with Grog, who continued to eat well after I had finished, I went to find Bognog to begin my daily beati- training.
‘Bastard really never goes easy on me’
As I approached the training grounds located just outside of the camp, I steeled myself with the determination to win.
‘This time will be different, this time I will definitely win’
I preached that to myself often to no avail, but today felt special, I felt as if I could win against a minotaur much less a Bognog.
“AH! There you are, I was getting bored waiting, didnt think youd show up again after the smack down yesterday! HaHaHa”
My right eye twitched out of anger
‘You were the one who forced me to fight in the rain bastard’
“Whatever Bognog, atleast im not a veteran warrior who was thrown to the ground by a mere kobold”
His eyes sharpened as he pulled out his training sword.
“You have no will to live, do you gnome boy”
‘Oh it's ON!’
Without warning he charged me head on and sent a downward slash barreling my way, the same move that split the kobolds head..in half! Luckily for me I was used to his ever predictable opening attack, with two quick steps to the left I stabbed at his exposed ribs.He quickly deflected with his sword and took one step back standing on the defensive.
Not wanting him to recollect himself I threw my body at him, two training daggers in hand I sent the dagger in my left hand towards his left shoulder which he was sure to redirect. Following my prediction he redirected the dagger over his shoulder, leaving his stomach wide open. I immediately sent the dagger in my right to his exposed gut.
Noticing my intentions before I had the chance to execute my plans he used one arm to use the momentum from his previous deflect to slam the wooden sword down onto my hand effectively throwing the dagger to the ground. However I planned for this, it was all a ruse to get him to drop his guard for just a moment. - Before the twitching of his lips could evolve into a full grin I took one small step with my left foot, quickly gave my hips a small wind and threw the meanest left handed punch I had ever thrown straight towards his crooked nose.
‘TRY THIS ON YOU SMUG BASTARD’
Before I could give myself any sort of praise for my own genius, his smile faded in an instant. He narrowly dodged my punch with a tilt of his head using speed I didn't know he possessed. I couldn't even react before his knee slammed into my chest knocking the air out of my and sending me backwards into the dirt.
‘Fuck...’
I was about to lose consciousness, how did he move with such speed, I..I want to learn that speed. Right before I went under I saw Bognog look down at me with the most serious face I'd ever seen on him.
“Not bad runt, you made me get serious for the first time since we started training, you better buckle up because it's not gonna be as easy as it was before, I'm going to make you a warrior boy.”
I couldn't even think of anything else until the next day, Grog stayed with me until I woke up. Though I have no recollection of what happened next Grog swears to Graktar that the first thing I did when I woke up was scream, and I quote
“I'LL BREAK YOUR DAMN KNEES YOU OLD CODGER”
Before passing out once again for another two hours, truly life was unfair.