Dane woke up to sudden rays of light that shined through small holes in the top of his tent.
He rolled over to his left and lifted himself off his Furs.
'It's time!' He thought with excitement as today he would begin to train and learn more about the world he was reincarnated in.
Dane quickly changed the hide cloths he was wearing into a more flexible pair of pants and a slightly loose leather tunic.
As he wore his small boots with a comfortable fur inside, his father entered his tent.
Dane look over to his father who was currently an open sleeveless vest, exposing his Ripped and scared Body.
He wore tight fitting leather pants and Large Boots on his feet.
Rag-Thane had in his hand some wooden Gladius swords and what looked to be a vest that had a soft glow to it.
Rag-Thane spoke first "come with me, we shall go towards the training field" he said and turned away quickly.l walking into a different direction.
Dane followed behind swiftly as the followed a paved trail that headed towards the mountain, next to which they had built their homes.
As they went, there were fewer and fewer tents along the path, and soon we had arrived at an open area with the trees. There, we saw many other clansmen had gathered, and were either sparring with each other or lifting Massive boulders whilst running or standing in place.
As they entered the opened, they gathered the attention of the men and women training. At first they were curious of why one of the clan heads and his son were here, but when the saw the glint in Rag-Thanes eye, they shivered and turned away quickly.
This puzzled Dane as he look up oddly at his father, who looked back with a fiendish grin as he eyed his sons body, as if determining where he should start with his training.
One thing Dane never knew about his father out of many things was that his father was how strong his father was and why.
Other than the clans cultivation techniques and their strong physiques, he knew next to nothing of the process.But when he asked others in the clan of how strong his father was, they would only look as if they had seen something truly terrifying. Their faces would lose all blood and they would shiver uncontrollably.
The thing his clansmen never told him was how his father had created his own training that had put them through so much pain and agony, they looked at it as a punishment rather then training. They had gone as far as the name it "Rag-Thanes Hell" and whenever brought up the clan would suffer from an intense sense of dread.
Back the Dane, as soon as they got into the training area, his father tossed him the other wood sword in his hand to him. When he went to catch it, those who knew what the swords were and were watching, all said in unison within their minds," Bad mistake" and shook their heads.
When Dane caught the sword, his hands couldn't even get a chance to inspect it before he felt so much weight in his arms, that he was brought to his Knees with his face in the ground.
When he sat up and tried to lift his arms, he could barely hold the sword in his grip straight.
Veins were visible on his arms and face and his skin. His eyebrows clenched in frustration.
He looked up at his father in confusion, who in turn looked as if he was trying to hold in his laughter with muffled noises coming from his hand covering his face.
When he saw Dane looking at him like he had been wronged, he cleared his throat.
"Hum hum, well first part of your training will consist of weight lifting, stamina building, and purely of body development." He then pointed at the sword." As you can see, you can barely lift the training sword, that is because it was made from a special wood that contained black Iron, and is enchanted with a weight increase depending on the level of strength of its wielder."
Dane looked down at the sword and noticed it's color was darker than that of the regular wood he had seen almost making it seem gray in color, and that he slowly began to get accustomed to its weight.
And when he heard his father say enchanted, he gazed closer to see many Runes Reminiscent of that he had seen in temples of some ancient civilizations back on earth, just that they contained a certain feeling of omnipresence, as if they contained the power to change the laws of the world themselves.
He then looked up and asked curiously "Father can mother teach me about the World and Enchanting?"
Rag-thane looked in thought at the question, then answered back " you will have to wait till you begin cultivating, but yes you can begin learning from your mother about Enchanting soon. Get up and get into a stance you find comfortable with the sword."
Dane nodded and began to stand up having become accustomed to the weight of the BlackIron Wood sword and held it with both hands firmly. His feet immediately shifting into a sturdy position reminiscent of the form of a swordsman, though
It was crude it was close and good for someone without any training whatsoever.
Rag-thane nodded In approval at Danes stance, fixing his form a little in small areas like his feet and angle of which he aim the sword.
"During the training, you will also master the different weapons we have available In the clan." Rag-thane said as he pointed at the rack to the edge of the training area where different wooden weapons of different variety but the same material, were lined neatly.
Dane nodded and thus began Danes training in hell where Rag-Thane put him through a increasingly difficult time, but he persisted with a will of Iron.
During his training they would start with Rag-thane teaching different various weapon arts, stances, and sparing to see if Dane had digested his new knowledge before and intense workout consisting of him wearing a vest with bracers and shin Guards with pockets full with small slabs of a Obsidian like metal that weighed 15 kilograms each, coming up to 100 kilograms in total or 220.462 pounds on his body constantly.
When he was working out or not he would have theses weights on and he only took them off to bath.
During the training, Dane worked his every muscle, relentlessly, and constantly under strain. If it was his past body, his muscles would have been torn beyond repair and his blood vessels popped. he would have probably been in really bad-shape, but due to the uniqueness of his barbarian genes which gave his body an enhanced recovery speed, at which his muscles repaired themselves to quickly for him to notice, and the strange golden substance running in his blood, he didn't have a hard time surviving through this training, his strength increasing at a steady but fast rate.
And just like this, with constant training and Thee weights on his body increasing from 100 kilos to 400 kilograms, time past and fast forward 3 years.