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Undead training

'This technique can only work once and I'll be damned to ever try it again unless I have become suicidal. I just wanted to see whether he had a response for a suicidal attack like that, but it seems he just wanted to see my attack till the end. Looks like even though this is training, I will have no chance to experiment like I always did with Beak - hyun. My teacher is just too powerful this time, he is undead, not reacting like a human would and he will be just interested in the technique, letting it hit him to see it throughout. Guess I should take everything I learn like a sponge and making it my own technique after I leave here.'

Sheyken thought.

Zararloch went to the weapons corner and took the same kind of sword Sheyken was carrying and went back to where he was standing.

"Come at me again."

Sheyken wasted no time. He wasn't one to slack at training. Attacking him with all sorts of sword attacks, sometimes with faints and also adding some kicks here and there. This time they never landed but Zararloch was still pleased. This was way better than sewing and his student seemed very competent.

"From now on you shall call me your master."

"Yes, master!"

Sheyken said excitedly. Just that he never thought his first master in this world would be an undead master swordsman who was still a virgin, maybe he will also get all sorts of life lessons as a bonus.

"Now about your Blessing. You shall continue training it yourself when I wake you up and before you sleep. Your meditation technique seems to be one of the best. We should not change it for now or it will slow down your progress. When did you start training in it...forget it, your memories are missing anyway. It is a good thing you still remember how to meditate otherwise it would have slowed your training, but you are way past the stage those your age should be. Your learning speed is comparable to the royals, nobles, and geniuses. And that is if they have the resources and good masters."

Sheyken was dumbfounded. He was just using techniques from Earth. Who knew they really did know what they were talking about.

'Good thing I don't have to lie about that it took me three months to reach where I was now. Wonder what he would say if he found out the truth.'

"When do they usually start training their Blessing?"

"Around three or four years. Girls usually mature faster, almost all of them starting at three years old."

'Damn, looks like if I don't pull my socks up I'll be slapped around by girls left and right.'

"I shall tell you all you need to know about it when the time is right. Just work on the next step when we start ghost training. I will introduce some swords styles also. You will not be a Swordmaster by any means when we are done. I'm sure you know it takes years and even a lifetime to become a Swordmaster."

"Ghost training?"

he asked.

Zararloch disappeared and then appeared carrying boots the same size as the one Sheyken was wearing. These ones had silver at the bottom half of them.

"This silver is called Encore Sliver. In my Kingdome, we used to mold it into a bell and tie it around the neck of our livestock so we can know where they are and we could hear them from miles away."

He hit the lower parts of the boots together and a loud 'clang' sound enveloped the room.

"You too heavy-footed. You let your intentions known through your footsteps which can sometimes work like that first sword attack you hit me with, but if that is your only fighting style then you will lose nine out of ten times in a fight. This will make your feet lighter and your intentions unknown, also perfect for assassinations. You will move like a ghost."

Sheyken did not have to hear anymore. Soon he will be going against the superpowers of the anime and n*********d with their System and A.Is. He needed everything he could learn from anyone and no one gets to train under an Undead.

The boots made so much noise every time he took a step and they were so heavy.

"Now, since we don't want you to become an undead leaving underground all the time. Let us go outside for some sunshine and a little jog."

Sheyken shaded. He knew that whenever a master said 'A little' during training, it meant 'A hell lot'.

It was a straight path from the underground training room and up to the valley. There were still no signs of life anywhere. He started to wonder if it was because of a spell. Zararloch stayed in the shad out of sight.

"Go there and bring a leaf from the tree with red leaves."

He said appearing next to him while pointing at a mountain with its peak up in the clouds and then vanishing again.

"I knew it."

Sheyken said out loud.

Zararloch just stayed out of sight and kept quiet.

The running was not bad until he got tired halfway there. The was a straight path created by who knows who on the ashy ground, going through steep hills and even a river. When he reached the peak of the mountain, there was a single tree, with its branches black and only its leaves were red. He could not see down the mountain as the view was obstructed by mist. He took a single leaf and started running back. He was getting irritated because the boots wouldn't stop making a sound even when he stepped on soft ground.

'Guess I was a prisoner and now I'm livestock.'

He got back after five hours of running. Zararloch took the leaf while looking at him up and down.

"I thought you would take another leaf and hide it so you won't go all the way back next time. Looks like you taking this seriously."

Sheyken Just laid on the ground like a dead fish, tired like he has never been before.

"Take an hour to rest and make sure you eat something. How much food do you still have left?"

They knew he had some food as the night before he slept, they observed him taking a meal out of nowhere and in the morning when they were walking to the training room, he was eating something. The food would appear on his left hand and sometimes his right hand. They just could not understand his storage device.

Sheyken had found out that he could move it to any part of his body. He was just trying to get used to it.

"Plenty"

"Ok, you must let me know when you start running out."

Sheyken just could not make an estimation. He had to give it to Apophis. If it wasn't for the fact that he left him without a change of clothes and left him in this god-forsaken forest too, he would have been considered a caring parent. The food in his storage item had plenty of variety except for fast food. It was already cooked and would come out still steaming hot. There was even outs meal and rice.

'Looks like the old guy wants me to grow all big and strong mmmm.'

He thought.

"I will"

Sheyken was already drinking some water and taking out a meal. He did not have any way to tell the time, so to him an hour could be thirty minutes. After a while and him finishing his meal, they went back in, going back to the training room.

Zararloch would attack him, making him block his attacks while concentrating on not making a sound with his boots. He would then make him attack him after a while, still making him take note not to make a sound, then they would do some sparing with the same concept. There was no technique involved, only him trying to attack and defend while trying not to make a sound.

After hours of training, he let him go to his room. He would make sure to eat and meditate. This was the first day and he already could not feel his body. He tried to meditate but he just couldn't. He fell asleep after managing to put his palm on his lips and drinking some sort of soup he saw when he was trying to sort out what food he had before ending up here.

The next morning, Zararloch had to splash ice-cold water on him to wake him up. They would go through the same training as they did yesterday. It was hell for Sheyken, but this type of pain wasn't new to him. He was once a soldier after all. This amazed Zararloch as he thought he needed to push him in order for him to follow his training schedule, but this child was taking in everything without complaints, making him able to judge where he was lacking.

This went on for three months. By this time, Sheyken was used to the zombie-like training since all they did was train. If he asked a question, Zararloch would tell him that for his and his master's safety, it was better he knew nothing about them or anything about the Benevolent woods. He will get his questions answered when he reached a city. Sheyken took that answer with a grain of salt but remembered Arloch words about being nosy and the fact that he had his own secrets too.

He was able to keep up with the adjusted strength of his master and could return from the mountain in almost three hours. The boots were still making a sound, but they had quieted down from the monstrous sounds they were making when he started wearing them.

His telekinesis had made another breakthrough. If you could see its state with your own eyes, you would see a mist-like energy when he tries to lift something up, but it was still not even enough to call it a gush of wind. All you could tell is that some energy was there.

The only issue is that Zararloch would wake him up at different times to start the day. His excuse being that an undeath's student never sleeps. Sheyken thought he was just bored and couldn't wait to make him suffer since he could never sleep.

"You are young but your mind is strong. A five-year-old should not be able to handle this type of training without his mind or body giving up."

'What the hell, isn't it too late to tell me now?, and here I thought you were training me like the Spartans of history from Earth. I want that ten pack....no, I need that ten pack. Come on dement! Showing it off like that, are you trying to mock my aspiration in life.'

Sheyken thought, but would never voice it out. Zararloch was still as half-naked as the first day he saw him.

Every day he would go to sleep with a body part sore if not all of them. He was now even moderate with the sword when using his left hand because his right hand could not handle the constant attacks and blocks. They were using real swords from the beginning and it was already heavier than the katana. This unexpectedly opened up whole new ideas of how he would use his telekinesis once it was at the level where he wanted it to be. He was now training his left weaker hand just like his right dominant hand. They would never be in sync but that was not what he was aiming for. He would still go to bed after doing some sit-ups every day for the past two months though. If he did not get a ten pack, he would curse Apophis for his mediocre genetics for the rest of his life.

"It is time to step things up. If you had another ten years in that body of yours, we would have shown you the true meaning of the undead training our master trained us up with. That oil of yours seems to be the reason your body had not broken down and stopped growing, but we can't push it anymore than this, or you will suffer an injury that will cost you a lifetime of mana crystals to fix, slowing your growth."

Sheyken did not want to know what that training entailed. He wasn't an undead after all and if this was just a sample of it, he was more than sure he never wanted a test of it in his life.

'So, they know about the oil's properties. It is good they haven't demanded more of it, maybe they still don't want to be hostile. It took some time for me to notice it because I use it as my moisturizer and I put it on every day. It seems to be a healing lotion of some kind because every injury I got during training disappears the next day and my muscles would hurt more like a hell of a lot more if I don't put it on every day when I train.'

"We will continue with the way we have been training since your body has gotten used to the intensity of the training while mixing it up little by little."

Zararloch said looking at his body.

"It is time to introduce some sword techniques in our sword fighting"