Without further ado, we started to train again. Ezekiel taught me how to fight properly this time. He pointed out every mistake I had and corrected them all. He corrected my stance, the way I punch, up to the way I dodge and counterattack. He taught me his ways of fighting in which I caught on without much difficulty.
I learned every bit of knowledge he imparted to me. I learned how to fight like a warrior he was supposed to teach me. But of course, not everything was easy. Even when I learned his ways of fighting, I was still yet to defeat him. I couldn't even endure him at all.
Ezekiel was just too tough. His body and skills were well-refined. The way he fight was too perfect as I just couldn't find the slightest gap of weakness when he got a little serious. In the end, I always got be
