I finished my courses last year and received my certifications. This year I joined my clan members in warrior training. Of course, my uncle paid special attention to me and my training was twice as hard. Remember the maelstrom I was talking about, well let's just say I got more than I bargained for, and got my ass handed to me in more than one occasion. My Physical attributes started increasing as well at an astronomical rate, but all good things don't last and it plateaued out after sometime. An approximation of my strength I could come up with was three to four times an average Mando. This continued for the year. Training in C.Q.C, Fire arms and explosives. I also got to train using jet packs. While it may have seemed awesome, who hasn't seen the scenes of bounty hunters jump packing around in games and movies. It seems fun, but for a beginner it's not so fun. Remember Neville Longbottom from the Harry potter movies, him trying to learn broom flying in their first year. I didn't break anything, just face planted a few times. After a few days I was ducking and weaving through obstacles and jumping from platforms. It took me a month or two to reach somewhat satisfactory levels. I also found my assassination skills developing smoothly as well. I couldn't smooth talk a girl like Ezio could, well you can't have everything now can you. My parkour and evasion skills where increasing. I also found it somewhat easier to read people at blend in with the crowd. This al culminated in what my uncle called the meat grinder. Think of hells week for the US navy seals, now multiply that by two and you get the culmination of Mandalorian commando training. I couldn't be happier for my healing factor as quitting wasn't in the options. It sends shivers down my spine just thinking about it.
The Wound In The Stars
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