15 Practice and Archery Class

Three loud knocks on Tyrel's dorm door sounded. His eyelids opened as laughter sounded outside, and footsteps became fainter. He sighed and wiped his eyes.

'Everyone here is still kids. I'll just ignore the ones who try to prank me as long as they don't hurt me.'

Tyrel stretched, unsummoned his Memories, and placed the books he borrowed onto each other. He got ready for the day and checked his memory. The basics for fighting with different weapons were in his mind. He just needed to practice them.

Tyrel left his room and took the books back to the library. Once done, he went to the Cafeteria and requested another box of sushi and one of the vegetables. He also asked for a box of water. He quickly got it and returned to his room.

Once Inside, he placed it inside before leaving again. He went to each class and requested a training version of each weapon except the bow. It took a lot of convincing, but he got them all.

He went back to his dorm and used his unique soul sense to open up a portal. He summoned the Cephalopod Quiver and got it to hold eight of the weapons. Tyrel grabbed the boxes of food, a box of water, and the remaining weapons and entered the portal.

***

On the other side, he placed the items down, and so did the Cephalopod Quiver. Tyrel looked around and wished for himself and his weapons to be where there were no animals. Space warped until nothing visible was around.

'This place is probably the safest one in this dimension.'

Tyrel ordered the Cephalopod Quiver to watch.

He summoned the Diabolical Cerebral Jewel and spoke.

"I wish to practice using a spear according to my memories of the book on that."

Tyrel's emotions vanished along with his hearing, smell, and taste. His thoughts dispersed except for the obsessive desire to train with a spear.

Tyrel swiped the spear left and right, stabbed forward, and backstepped after a few quick jabs. At first, his attacks were awkward, but his fighting skills slowly improved. He made sure not to cross his feet.

His body grew increasingly tired as he reached the ten-minute mark. Lactic acid slowly built up in his bloodstream and muscles. Despite this, his mind wasn't getting the signals. He continued to train at the same pace despite his body condition.

His heart rate and breathing rate continued to increase as time passed. Sweat dripped from his entire body.

As he reached the twenty-minute mark, his body began showing signs of overexertion. His muscles became inflamed, and his body was sending pain signals to his brain. Sadly, it didn't receive them.

Tyrel continued his constant practice despite his injuries. At thirty minutes, bruises started appearing on his ankles and wrists alongside swelling. Small tears happened in his muscles.

At the forty-minute mark, his arms and legs were covered with bruises and were swollen. His arms and legs were discolored. His heartbeats were irregular and pounding.

Despite this, his facial expression looked neutral, and never moved. The rate of his training never slowed.

Once fifty minutes passed, Tyrel's body stopped producing sweat. Most of his body was inflamed, and his whole body sent signals of agony to his brain. It didn't hear them. His face head was the only part that looked normal. A drop of blood dripped from his mouth every five seconds.

Once an hour passed, Tyrel collapsed to the ground. Blood came out of his mouth in a steady stream. His spear fell next to him.

Tyrel shrieked in agony as he yelled.

"F-Feed me water and sushi!"

Tyrel coughed up blood.

'I tore up some of my organs and most of my muscles?!'

Tyrel coughed more as the Cephalopod Quiver grabbed some sushi from the box. Tyrel couldn't move his limbs at all.

The Cephalopod Quiver grabbed a piece of sushi with each tentacle. It put sushi into Tyrel's mouth and used its tentacles to close his jaws. It pulled his mouth open and closed again, making him chew. Once done, some of his wounds healed. And once he ate all eight sushi, his body was completely healed.

"Thank you."

Tyrel placed his hands on his face and whimpered.

'The agony was so much. Suppose I didn't have corpse healing or the Cephalopod Quiver. I would have died. Awakened Julius was right. It would cripple or kill me if it could.'

Tyrel sighed, realizing how dangerous the Memory was. He looked into his mind and realized he was passable at using a spear now.

'This Memory is almost a cheat. In one hour, I'm able to use a spear effectively. But I can't fight with it yet.'

Tyrel repeated using the Diabolical Cerebral Jewel to train with the spear until a day passed. His skill could match an average fighter.

'That was traumatizing... After every hour, I feel the agony all at once... I guess I'll spend a week on it. I need all the fighting skills I can get.'

Tyrel spent a week doing this. He only stopped when his body collapsed. He would do hygiene when nature calls, take breaks, and eat and drink. He was now experienced. He spent a hundred sixty hours training, and his Diabolical Cerebral Jewel made sure he remembered.

'I'm done with the spear. It seems I won't ever get rusty due to perfect learning. Thank goodness.'

Tyrel spent two months and a week training with knives, swords, quarterstaffs, maces, war hammers, axes, longswords, swords and shields, and flails. Between each week, he got more boxes of food and water, and he took a day of rest. He got a reputation as a glutton.

In the end, he became experienced with each weapon and returned them. He took a day of rest.

***

Tyrel lay In his bed. He looked at the ceiling.

'Five months have passed. Five months of only learning and no play.'

Tyrel chuckled.

'At least I'm versatile now. Whatever weapon memory I get that's melee, I can use. Now I need to spend six months training my bow skills.'

Tyrel left his room and looked on his communicator for the directions to the Archery class. He followed them to class.

At the classroom, he knocks on the door.

A young man with fiery red hair opened the door. His yellow eyes stared down into Tyrels. He smiled and spoke.

"Welcome! You're here two hours early. Wait, are you new?"

The young man opened the door and spoke.

"My name is Awakened, David. Come inside."

Tyrel nodded, obliged, and spoke.

"I'm sleeper Tyrel."

Tyrel looked at the classroom and realized it looked like a normal one.

"Why are there no bows, arrows, or targets?"

Awakened David chuckled and closed the door.

"The class meets in here. But we go to the training grounds afterward. There are plenty of bows, arrows, and targets."

Tyrel sat in a seat and turned toward Awakened David.

"Alright. Can I join in? I plan to specialize in bows and arrows."

Awakened David smiled.

"Of course. Do you have your own bow?"

Tyrel summoned his memory.

"Yes, I do. However, I have a request."

Awakened David asked.

"What is it?"

Tyrel chuckled and scratched the back of his head.

"Do you have an extra copy of every book on using bows? I kinda self-study a lot, heh."

Awakened David's eyes narrowed.

"I do have extra copies. But why do you need all of them? Are you planning on cramming all the knowledge into your head?"

Tyrel nodded.

"Yes, I can remember what I study. If you want, I can tell you a book from another weapon class, word for word. I promise you I won't get anything wrong."

Awakened David nodded.

"Sure. I'll get a copy, too, if you're correct. I'll let you."

Awakened David's smile widened.

"If not, I won't allow it, and you will train with the class."

Tyrel nodded.

Awakened David left before returning with a book from the mace weapon class.

"Tell me the book word for word, Tyrel."

Tyrel obliged and said the whole book perfectly.

Awakened David dropped the book to the ground.

"You're right. Do you have eidetic memory?"

Tyrel shook his head.

"No, I don't."

Awakened David sighed.

"You probably do, despite your denial. Go ahead and take the book copies. Just bring them back when you're done."

Tyrel nodded and spent a few hours running between his dorm and the classroom, transporting books. Once done, he got a box of sushi, water, and vegetables. He returned to his dorm and used his Diabolical Cerebral Jewel.

Tyrel spent three weeks learning everything. His Memory engraved the lessons into his memory. He returned the books before returning to his room.

'Now I need to spend five months shooting at remnant creatures with a bow.'

Tyrel prepared himself, got enough food and water for a month, and entered the Realm of the Dead. He told the Cephalopod Quiver to attack anything trying to hurt him if he collapses. He also told it to feed him sushi after killing the creatures. He summoned his Antler Pike for it to use for attacking, just In case.

Tyrel took out the Diabolical Cerebral Jewel and wished to shoot at slow-moving creatures from range. For the first three, he shot arrows at slow-moving creatures. He did no damage to them, but for him, that was okay.

Every hour during this, his body collapsed from overexertion. The Cephalopod Quiver killed anything he was fighting with the Antler Pike and fed him sushi. At the end of the three weeks, he went unconscious.

Every three weeks, he took a day break to rest before returning to the realm of the dead. Every time a session ended, he picked faster opponents. At the end of it, he could shoot an arrow at a fast-moving target from one hundred meters. He also moved too.

Five months pass. The experience was engraved in his mind. He could never forget it.