Chapter 015 | 250 wounds.... a new record!

Sanya had been fighting with me for several hours. Or should I say she was playing with me? Her whole expression showed me how little she was exhausting herself. After each round, she stabs a new little wound in my throat. The number of wounds is already unbearable. These red dots only show my incapacity. As if they were downright mocking me. If I can't even win against toothpicks, what would that look like if she really armed herself and got down to business? I will never get through the recruiting! As this Caspar said: "This place is not for the weak" and I am weak! "

"Hey, snot spoon!"

"Hey!"

Instead of ringing the bell for the next round, the old lady spoke to me:

"We are now through with the first phase. Your posture and your movements have already improved a lot. Now comes the second phase.

The art of swords is called art for a reason. Like a painting, everyone has their way of doing things. Whether it is bizarre or strange, the result is always something unique. You have to find your art. Find the art in the fight ''

These words gave me new courage.

The art in the fight. Something unique that only I can recognize ...

Interesting.....

I have it!

"Attack me"

the old lady gave me an understandable look

"Okay ... if it helps"

Without hesitation, she jumped at me.

Although I could now easily deny her attacks, I didn't. With every passing second, I felt more wounds on my body.

135 stitches ....

146 stitches ....

163 stitches ....

My body was covered with wounds. But now I have to change my view of these wounds. I no longer see these red dots as a sign of my inability. No! These wounds reflect my experiences. The experiences I made after each new round. These wounds just make me stronger.

210 stitches ....

240 stitches ....

With each new wound, I learn more from my opponent.

250 stitches!

Now it is time. I once read that humans are creatures of habit. This means that people are often subconsciously influenced by their habits and stimuli. As soon as the body knows that something worked or that it did something well, then this action is saved so that it can be used again later, with the hope of having the same result.

Now I've seen enough attacks from the old woman. I'm 100% sure her next attack will be a spinning move. She will jump along my right shoulder and give me 3 new stitches.

Without hesitation, I took out my swords ...

and smashed the toothpicks out of Sanya's hands.

…...Silence...

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The old woman first began to say something again:

"You let me attack, and slowly but surely, foresaw my martial arts ..." she paused for a moment

"How many stitches have you, boy?"

,, 250 ''

The old lady smiled at me:

,, This is a number we can easily practice on. I want you to be able to defeat someone in just 100 attacks at the end of the day!

She began to look serious again and looked at Graham, who stood petrified in the corner throughout the training.

"Graham!"

Graham's face was startled as soon as the old lady pulled him out of his petrifaction. I had never seen such an expression on Graham before. I never knew my teacher was so full of emotion. Sanya seemed to have pounded him hard many times in the past

"Yes, Master?" He replied to the little woman.

,, Get me some homunculi with different weapons. Give them some personalities too. The boy surely already knows my way of fighting, he should get some new opponents now ''

"Will be made master"