TRAINING MONTAGE

PREVIOUSLY ON APPERENTLY PEOPLE HATE THIS BUT IMMA STILL DO IT CUZ IMMA PETTY PIECE OF SHIT ,EHM I MEANT SUPREMECY IN MARVEL

now that we're done with how my past 4 years were let's go back to the training montage...hah sike,imma leave you on a cliffhanger _______________________________________________

ASGARD THE REALM ETERNAL

TRAINING GROUNDS

"it matters not why you chose it,from now onwards it will be your one true partner,you WILL take care of it and it In return Will take of you,I will teach you the way of the guandao and you WILL not disappoint me understood!"

"yes sir!"

"Good now let's begin, wear these,one on each limb" saying that he throws me 4 bands each weighing 1 ton,without complaint I put them on

"well done,now run 1000 laps around the ground"

"wait how ma..."

"NOW!"

shutting up I started running, 2 hours later one can see a panting baldur stop next to a bored Arne,Arne looks over at him,nods and says "Good job, a bit slow but we will work on that ,now time to start the warm up"

"eh wha!?"

and that is how my days continued for 6 whole months this was my routine!! 1000 laps around the ground before staring arnes ridiculous warm-ups,which included shit like doing a horse stance for 2 hours,while Arne lectured me on the do's and dont's of battle,and doing weird super flexible asgardian yoga all the while wearing my weights!,whose weight was slowly increased, I wasn't even allowed to take them off afterwords!

until after 6 months,when one day I was done with my laps only taking half an hour, Arne looked at me seriously,went to the racks and got a wooden practice guandao and new weights,

"wear these" saying that he simply threw them at me,I didn't even care I simply grunted and wore the new 5 Ton weights too excited about the fact that I would finally be learning how to use the guandao,unable to hold it in I asked him "so what are we gonna do ,will you teach me the forms, or will we just spar first?"

Arne looked at me seriously and said "neither I will teach you how to dance"

"eh? madara is that you?"

"what?"

"ehm nothing,nevermind that what do you mean by dancing,like is that what you call your fighting style?"

"no by dancing, I mean dancing"

"...eh?"

and so that's what I did,while holding my wooden guandao,and with 5 ton weights on I danced like a idiot,and then I danced some more ,...and then some more ,I danced for another 6 fuckin months!!,until finally,finally one day Arne, thought I was ready and told me to stop dancing and sit down,sitting down while breathing heavily I looked up at him,he had his hands behind his back with one holding a guandao and was pacing infront of me before he stopped and looked at me,"today I will show you,my fighting style, my style has no name since I created it myself,but you can feel free to name it if you wish" Arne picks up the guandao and starts moving around so fast baldur can barely see his after images,"in this style we move like the wind"comes the voice out of his many after images, before they all dissappear leaving the original,"and we defend like the waves" arne moves the guandao In broad wave like sweeping movements meant to stop and redirect the opponents attacks "and we attack like the wrath of the gods them selves" immediately Arne started stabbing and slashing in a flurry of movements,he makes wide swipes with the guandao that should by all means leave him open to counterattack but don't,as the guandao seemingly bounces back and continues his attack,his fighting style truly was like a dance completely mesmerising baldur,baldur knew that if this man had the physique and divinity of thor or baldur,he would be an absolute monster not many could touch,...the type of monster he will become if he learns this style,this thought increased baldurs determination by many folds and when Arne called him to come and learn, baldur didn't hesitate no matter how long it took or how much it hurt he would master this style.

And just like that 10 years passed,and now in the same training field one can see a 20 year old baldur,who looks like a young man now,rippling with wiry muscles, just like his teacher,6'4 the same height as loki and 2 inches less then thor,with pure gold hair,that seemed to slightly glow in the sunlight that reached his shoulders,and blue eyes that glowed in a way that seemed like they were lit by an azure flame, he held a guandao in his hands,2 black and gold chakrams on his back and wore 20 ton weights on each limb, he stood facing his teacher who also stood with a guandao in his hands ready for battle

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I heard rumours that taskmaster is apparently female now?,motherfucker what kind of female empowerment is this that it requires you to cut a man's dick off and give him titties!?