Mara swung her axe throughout the twentieth day. Her body naturally becoming stronger to side swipe the axe. She tried doing a side swipe only to continue the spin because the axe carried her. The dummies stopped her from releasing the axe and causing mayhem within their room.
"Up and down. There is no better way to become stronger." The dummies tuned.
Mara's arms and legs were about to give out before midday. Yet, a pill got shoved into her mouth and that lasted till about early afternoon.
"Weaklings shall not leave the swings." Dummies roared like savages.
"It is fine to rest but not to completely give up." The dummy who had been talking to her before spoke.
Before she could speak, her body collapsed. In that instant, she was sent to a room with special fragrances and a bed that even the wealthiest people in the world and in fiction would die for.
She just slept. Four hours passed by like a breeze and Strom God entered the palace. His hair clean, his body reeking of poison, his breath had thousands of different alcohols in it, his face showing the pains of the poison and alcohols, his body able to swiftly show flexibility like a baby rolling, yet his anger was not quelled.
As he turned to enter the training room. The scent of his daughter caught his nose. He followed it until he arrived at the room in which she was in.
As he opened the door to look at her. Her upper body now looking more refined, her legs stronger, the fragrances covering her sweaty smell but not the sweat that still covered her body.
That was not all, her hands which seemed to be perfect even with her former training now starting to look more like a weapon master with calluses. Her face up close seemed to show how much suffering she had just endured.
"My daughter already went into the training room. I hope those bastards did not try and use my daughter."
He silently stepped out and went to the training room.
As he walked, a sudden feeling of nausea hit him like a freight train. He guts trying to vomit out all the poison inside his system.
However, he held back as he walked closer to the training room.
The body is not made for all the toxins inside his body. Much less when he tried to maximize the efficiency within the toxins he injested.
Before he knew it, he walked right in front of the training room. He stopped a brief moment to see where he was at. He was so focused on keeping the vomit down that watching the signs for the training room were not there.
He opened the door and began to call for dummies. He gave numbers 1, 47, 29, 36, and 18 all calls.
Each number came up to Strom God. They each explained how his daughter got trained. The training he wanted her to have was not the one that she nor Zeus wanted.
Strom God saw that number 29 was not speaking much. This got his attention to peak and the nausea went away.
"Something is the matter, 29. Please tell me what is on your mind and let me see if my rage will help you."
The dummies knew that forcing them out was no good. Strom God did not care because he could vent like that and probably relax after a few hours.
"Your daughter, Mara, she is a different type of person. I have seen people willing to train, willing to learn, willing to sacrifice and be sacrificed, but her. She does want to train and yet, her sacrifice of time or sacrificing herself is not there. She wants to quickly go through by watching and mastering her eyes.
She does not do well in trying to master weapons with her own body. Instead, I believe that her eyes are far more powerful tool in her learning experiences.
As much as I hate to say this, as much as you do not want to hear this. We have to let this pass by and remain calm."
Strom God did not know what he was about to say. The dummy figured that Strom God might either be completely stupid or trying to stay rational at this point in time.
"Your daughter, our Disciple, a maid for the Demon King, must watch battles with different weapons being used. She must be on the receiving end of the attack."
Strom God did not believe his ears when he heard the final sentence.
"Put my daughter in harm's way just to allow her to learn what is going on?" Strom God tone was confused.
"Yes. Much like how a predator stalks it prey and teaches it's young how to stalk. Your daughter, will always do better watching the movements of the attacks coming from her opponents."
Strom God felt his rage peak once again. He no longer cared for his safety because his daughter would not get hurt by these dummies.
"I never said the attacks had to come from us. We can use yourself, Zeus, or even the new Demon King. Whoever she wants or whoever you want. That will not be an issue. The issue is they she needs a good lesson in being beaten by weapons by someone or something."
As Strom God listened carefully, he decided to allow Zeus to train her for a day. He wanted results and if Zeus was unable to prove them. He would not allow Zeus to train her anymore.
Strom God remembered that Zeus only likes swords when he fights. He will not use a spear and cannot wield an axe. Daggers are the bane of existence to any cultivator due to their nature of silence.
He would allow Zeus to train to the maximum he could with swords and his Lightning Qi. That way, he could wait until the new Demon King arrives and faces him properly.