"Shortening the grass blades by an inch with each slash. Sleep."
"Collecting a thousand needles spread over the grassland in an hour. Sleep."
"Continuously stuffing yourself like a pig for an hour. Sleep."
Like that, Iwan would be training a single method for an hour before being put to sleep by the old demon's gentle and always-changing ways.
Sometimes, he would be kicked right on the back side of his head. Other times, he would only feel an intense ringing that would force him to lose consciousness.
That was just the hours of sleeping that would start in the most absurd of ways. The real challenge was the increasing weight and the number of needles in the training for the first method, body, and the second method, mind.
Every six hours later, the weight would increase by ten kgs. At the same time, the needles would be doubled from thousand to two thousand. Then, from two thousand to four thousand.