I enter the training room, there I turn on the light switch which was close to the door. When I turned on the light, the whole room lit up and I see that things stayed the same as I left them yesterday. The targets on the ceiling and wall are in place, indestructible punching bags are in place, the fighting simulator is exactly in place, and the weights, treadmills, and muscle machines are still in operation. I go to the bathroom where the locker rooms are, and there I take off my school clothes and put on my fitness clothes. The fitness clothing I wear consists of a white T-shirt, a pair of black-and-red sweatpants, and red and white farewells. With these fitted clothes, I am ready to start another day of training on my own. I get out of the bathroom happy and head to the treadmill first because I have to test the werewolf's feet.
I get on this treadmill. I force my human legs to turn into werewolf ones, which is a painful process because after I return to normal, my human legs will hurt for a few moments. When my human legs became a werewolf, I noticed that my sweatpants didn't break like they did two days ago. Strange thing, given that I did not feel any pain during the transformation, I think there was a possibility that my body will get used to this feeling in the end. I started this style of training three months ago because one morning, I woke up with werewolf feet instead of human ones, which scared me a lot and was to give up on my parents, who even today do not know I'm half-human-half-werewolf. Thanks to Alexandra, who investigated my werewolf legs, she told me that it is normal for humans to be half monsters. In inexplicable cases, these types of people who are half animals show a transformation of an extra limb in a certain time, in me only a year ago I managed to control the left hand of the werewolf, which was more difficult than the right hand. Alexandra also told me that werewolf's feet help increase speed by twenty percent, even in the attack, to be able to use werewolf's feet because it has claws like hands, but thirty centimeters shorter.
I start the treadmill at a good speed to make a short running shoe with these werewolf feet. I run for a few moments and I feel like I don't get tired after the running machine turns out to be running three kilometers, normally at this distance, I couldn't even stand, but with werewolf feet, I could even run a whole marathon from Pitesti to the nearest village in Bucharest. I decide to increase my speed on the treadmill and run faster. The device already records that my heart rate is high, but that's because of the effort. I run another ten minutes, then I start to feel like the werewolf's feet are starting to get tired, I take a look at the treadmill and it records a distance of nine kilometers which surprised me that I usually did somewhere at six or seven kilometers. It means that I managed to perfect my werewolf legs and the training pays off.
I stop the treadmill, get off this device, make my werewolf's legs human again, and as I did so I began to feel pain in both legs. Instantly I fall to the ground I hold my feet and scream in pain for a few minutes, then I get up with difficulty and I slowly walk to a bench to rest my feet for a few minutes and later I will scratch the whole punching bag with my werewolf claws because I have to test their strength.
These werewolf claws are really strong if we consider that I managed to knock down some metal bars with just one blow, but this is not enough because these claws can even knock down a golem with a single werewolf nail. I used my claws in a few fights, it took me a while to learn how they work and what they are weak about. My first fight with these claws between me and that werewolf that changed my fate from having a quiet life to one of being a heroine of this small and almost silent town. In short, I managed to shoot down that werewolf with the help of werewolf claws that emit a poisonous substance that once in the skin of a creature or a human, this substance will begin to melt your organs and skin. However, this substance can be stopped if you consume a life potion in less than an hour, and that werewolf did not have such a potion with him and died in agony, looking at me with that look of regret and acting like a dog. pained. I could not help or save him because the order I was given was to eliminate him at all costs because he attacked a few more people and committed about five escapes from the bases of teams three and one.
After a while, I get up from the bench, turn both hands into werewolf claws, and head for the nearest punching bag that looks to be the most used in this training room, considering the scratches it wears. I jump to that bag, launch the first attack with the right claw, then launch the second with the left, then launch a third attack with both claws, making that bag have a few cracks that make it come out of this sand. I use these three attacks only as an attack, the first is one that doesn't deal as much damage, the second does five times more damage because my left hand is stronger than my right, and using both claws simultaneously, the attack is one painful for an enemy without armor or with weak armor. I decide to go to the other bag, the one filled with gravel. I launch those three types of attack and see that it didn't do as much damage as the other bag, so it means I still have work to do on the attack. I wanted to go to the third punching bag, which is filled with cement inside - I have no idea how they did it though - but also to the last five that have iron, bronze, silver, gold, and diamond inside.
I go back to the first bag and try to launch the second type of attack, but this time is the throwing type. First I point my claws at the target and shoot them like arrows at that bag, from a distance of five meters. As usual, the five claws fit into the sandbag easily and they even swing that one bit. I looked at my werewolf hand, who doesn't have sharp nails anymore, and use my regenerative power to recreate new shape werewolf nails which would be used to the other punching bag, to be precise, the cement one. In almost one minute, my claws have regenerated and shot them to that cement punching bag, and they actually did some sort of damage. That punching bag that contained cement inside, managed to receive damage. I pulled those claws from about fifteen feet, a fairly long distance. I go to that bag to notice the damage, which is not exactly as I expected. The claws hit that bag of cement, but it suffered minimal damage, only three holes from the five werewolf claws launched by me. this can be considered progress, considering that before we could not even damage that bag if we threw our claws even from two or three meters. It means that you did not lose strength in your feet and werewolf hands increased, but also in werewolf nails.
I restore my hands to the human form and head for the shelves where there are dumbbells from five kilograms to about a hundred kilograms. I take two small five-pound dumbbells in both hands and begin to do thirty lifts on both arms, which lasted about four or five minutes. Then I start doing ten push-ups, which lasted only two and a half minutes, and finally, thirty pulls, which lasted only four minutes. After finishing these short exercises, I wanted to go to the combat simulator, but a massive man appears in the training room, with his black hair caught in a bun, with a long beard, and who is wearing a leather jacket. skin that motorcyclists most often wear, a pair of muddy black jeans, and has some tattoos on both hands. That guy is not our leader, that's Travis, the shooting driver who helps us get some hard-earned money and works as a spy for our team. When I say the word spy, he is sent to check certain areas where monster detection reports are recorded or to track down monsters or criminals using his invisible man powers.
"Hey, there, Lydia!" says Travis looking at me. "How is your training doing?"
"Hey, Travis!" I say to Travis. "Great. How is your spying job doing?"
"I have found the guy who was responsible for sending that human-fish in Râmicu Vâlcea."
"And who was it?"
"A guy who works for the organization "Dead Children of the Sun", which now are in trouble because one of their members is in team four and the leader there, doesn't know the word mercy where it comes to interrogation."
"What do you think he will be his punishment after interrogation?"
"Well... I bet ten RON they will kill him," says Travis coming closer to me.
"I bet ten RON they will arrest him."
I and Travis shake our hand to make the bet become official.
I didn't mention it, but the currency in Romania is LEI or RON, but both of them are the same thing. Ten Ron means two dollars and almost forty cents in America, two euros and five cents in Europe, and over two hundred yen in Japan.
"Oh yeah! Alexandra told me you have to come to her." says Travis before he was about to enter the changing room.
"What for?"
"You two have a mission from the Hengar to capture a zombie which is on loose." says Travis entering the changing room.