*Disclaimer: slight abuse*
Within the final 2 weeks, Rolf worked himself to the bone. After that day, his schedule changed, starting in the morning, Rolf would do his morning afternoon exercises, 20 push ups, sit ups, squats and 2km run. Then he would eat his breakfast, after breakfast was sparring with Grant for 2~3 hours, and lastly the rest of the time was free training and hours upon hours of seemingly nonsensical sword swinging.
When the 2nd week began his exercises were increased to at least 30 push ups, sit ups, squats, and one lap around the knight's quarters, which was roughly 5km. Sparring with Grant became more difficult and Rolf finally began training with the short gladius as well.
The Rolf 2 weeks ago was no longer the Rolf of the present. Growing 3 inches, Rolf was now at a steady growth rate and was about 2'9" (0.84m). His muscles have become stronger and his body seems to have a full shape compared to his skinny bones in the prior weeks. Brownish-Black hair, gray eyes, Rolf was a monster compared to other children; Of course how could he have known that as he has never even seen children his age yet, so he thought this was normal! A mere 3 year old close to 3ft tall?!? (0.91m) Preposterous!!!
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As the 3rd week had just begun, Rolf woke up bright and early and headed towards the ground to begin his daily routine. Arriving where he would normally exercise he was surprised to see Grant there waiting for him. Usually on most days they would only meet for sparring sessions or if Rolf needed help with something.
"To commemorate your 3rd week of training I am giving you these weight bracers that my squad usually uses for training", Grant told Rolf. Although Rolf was inwardly surprised that Grant got him something, he was more surprised at the bracers since they looked small enough to fit him.
"We had the smithy reduce the size of them however they will still be a little big on you as you need room to grow, they may look bulky but they will benefit your training immensely; Not only that but we have several more sets for once you get stronger", Grant then showed him how they work and said that these were only 5kgs.
Weight bracers were usually meant for elite soldiers training for something special and required immense preparation for, and as such these made it easier to train even if you weren't able to do exercises during the day. Coming in a set of 4, each bracer would be attached around one limb of your body, namely, your 2 arms and legs. For Rolf he would have a total of 20kgs on his body at all times and 5kgs inhibiting each one of his vital limbs.
Buckling them on, Rolf was then instructed to complete his training for the day and then report back to Grant for further instructions.
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After completing his training Rolf met up to Grant for his next steps for these last 2 weeks.
"For the past 2 weeks you have been learning attacking and sword basics, and now the most important part of basics is defending yourself in battle, just like how you have been witnessing me do towards your attacks" Grant instructed.
"After each sparring session, we were instructed by the lords, well, your parents, to give you this magic tonic meant for body recovery as well as to help refine the magic that everyone subconsciously absorbs" Grant then answered as he could see the look of confusion in Rolf as he had a box of tonics by his side.
Ignoring Grant when he said "parents" Rolf inquired when they would begin.
"We will start after you drink one of these real quick, I won't be going easy on you just now; as you have had free reign these 2 weeks so will I, so be prepared, however, of course I will be limiting myself" Granted informed.
Sighing inwardly, Rolf knew something like this would happen and began mentally preparing himself for the beating he was about to receive.
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Slowly walking through the dark night sky, Rolf was returning to his room to recover from today's training. Although exempt from his evening sword practice he spent nearly 8 hours getting whacked and beat up by Grant. Walking through the empty corridors of the manor Rolf began thinking inwardly,
'Although I'm doing pretty good with sword training I can never seem to grasp what the true reason I'm doing this for. Did my brother have to go through this as well? I mean, that could make sense since he's a part of the Royal Knights' sighing Rolf cleaned himself before passing out.
Hours later inside of Rolf's room, the clearish gray aura being absorbed into Rolf had turned into a darker, more tangible color.
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Far above the clouds, a dark shadowy figure vanished and appeared over the Einherjar Household.
Teleporting into Rolf's room the dark shadowy figure spoke,
"Interesting, he may be the one my lady was looking for, I must report back to her".
The shadowy figure then exploded into a dark shroud of pitch black smoke, vanishing as quick as he came…
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Completing the last 2 weeks of his one month training, Rolf's magic evaluation results had finally arrived.
Later into the night after Rolf was exhausted from training he felt a shiver down his back.
"ROLF!! YOU PIECE OF SHIT COME HERE!!!", hearing his father's voice for the first time in a while made Rolf inexplicably nervous. He was used to his father's manner of speaking but this time he felt that his father was truly enraged.
Swiftly walking towards his father's office, he arrived in front 2 big doors, clenching his fist Rolf then entered the office. Walking in the office, the sight that welcomed Rolf were scattered papers on the floor and a giant bottle of some type of alcohol sitting on his father's desk.
Looking up Rolf sees his father, Richard, a hulking figure compared to Rolf, his stature was strong, standing at 5'11", with a light mustache and a slight beer belly threatening to untuck his tight shirt.
"Why are you such utter trash?!?", Richard spat. "Do you know what this is?!?" he continued and then held up a paper.
Unable to read it due to the constant movement of the paper in his father's hand, he inferred that it must be his evaluation results as the one month wait period was up.
"Is.. it my magic evaluation results?", Rolf meekly asked. Instead of getting a reply back he was hit in the face by his father's hand, still holding the paper.
"Oh so now you can do something correct for once huh?!?", Richard yelled. Without responding Rolf held his face where it was struck, holding in his emotions.
"Although the evaluation test we had wasn't meant for your age you SHOULD HAVE HAD enough potential to disregard those effects, and YET HERE YOU ARE WITH NEARLY. NO. MAGIC. AT. ALL!!", throwing the paper in Rolf's face, Richard sat down in his chair.
"Perhaps we should disown you and you can go live in the streets or the orphanage!!" Rolf continued to get berated with no words to say and only pure shock and sadness was filling his thoughts.
Before Richard could continue, a woman walked in, oblivious to this occurrence, Rolf then heard his mother Rebecca or "Becky" as Richard and her close friends would refer to as, speaking,
"Now, now, dear, I believe he has another purpose later on, why don't we have him become a butler servant for right now?" Becky inquired.
Thinking for a moment, Richard agreed, "Very well," Richard continued and yelled "Be grateful you useless bastard, your mother found some use for you! Now get out of my sight before I change my mind!!".
Hearing that, Rolf could only slightly nod and rush out of the room, leaving Becky to discuss her "plans" regarding Rolf with her husband.
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After Rolf rushed towards his bathroom, and maid listening in commented,
"Truly befitting of the name 'Richard', what a dick". (A/N you get it?)
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Within the bathroom was a teary, snot filled child, huddling in the corner struggling to comprehend what had just transpired, he thought that this may just be a dream and that the fatigue had finally got to him. However sadly for him, this was just the beginning…