" That old fucker." Kean muttered.
" Oooh you woke up earlier than I expected." Kean turned his head to where the voice came from as he definitely recognized it.
" Shut the fuck up old man...you hit me harder than usual." Kean retorted, standing up and dusting his clothes, his head still aching.
" What? You took more punches than usual, you should have fallen by the second hit. So I thought you grew some balls or something..but well, turns out ya still a weakling." Bernadt said, disappointedly shaking his head.
" Yeah yeah, old man." Kean answered.
". Now to the training hall." Bernadt said jumping to his feet.
" What? Now?...my head still hurts!" Kean said rubbing his head trying to look pitiful.
Bernadt didn't reply him, instead went on to drag Kean by his clothes, dragging him to the training hall.
"Awwnn my clothes!" Kean protested.
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"Now that's done." Bernadt said while dusting his hands. Kean and Bernadt just finished setting up the training hall.
" You know you didn't have to drag me over here." Kean said grudgingly still rubbing his ass.
" Stop whining would you..you whining voice is starting to hurt my ears." Bernadt scoffed rubbing his ears like they are truly hurting.
Hearing this Kean glared at him.
"Now it's time for your training, you are still too weak." Bernadt said, motioning for Kean to get into the right position.
" Start with your exercises and the poses too..." Bernadt said seemingly contemplating something.
He turned his head only to see Kean just standing in the same spot.
" Now get to it!" Bernadt shouted.
" Wicked bully." Kean mumbled under his breath. He moved to the position motioned by the Old man.
" Yeah yeah... move it... Hala Hala. " Bernadt gestured to Kean while clapping his hands.
Kean took a deep breath and then let it out. He decided to start his training with some squats, doing over fifty before stopping and then moving on to sixty five power cleans.
"Fuu." Kean exhaled after he done with the power cleanses. He took a towel and dabbed the sweats that were starting to form on his skin. He moved to the chin-up bar and did pull-ups.
On the eighty first pull-up he stopped and wiped the fully formed sweats on his face with a towel, and moved to the weight press to do a few bench presses of about thirty lbs weight.
After the twentieth lift Kean stopped.
" Hahhh...hahhh...hahhh." kean started panting heavily and was ready to just lay down to rest now.
" Hey...don't you slack off now. Stand up and move to barbel and do me military press and the poses. Or do you want some beating." Bernadt happily berated Kean putting on a genuinely hardworking and caring coach face on.
" Fuck you Bernadt!" Kean cursed.
" Hhahh..hhahh...hahh..." Kean slumped onto the floor, panting heavily. " Fuck you Bernadt!" Kean's whole body was experiencing muscle soreness and exhaustion. He just did a set of ridiculous poses, and then forced to run laps around the who training room.
His body couldn't take any more movement because a certain sadistic old man wouldn't give him a few minutes break during those exercises.
" Hey hey...you are making me look like I'm the villain here..I'm doing this for you." Bernadt said feigning hurt." You know this would help you improve your reflexes and stamina by a large margin and by stamina you should understand especially with that young lady you're babysitting." Bernadt winked at Kean.
" What? no! And don't wink again, it gives me the creeps." Kean's body shuddered "guhuhuh."
" You need stamina to satisfy women Kean." Bernadt said, sounding like a wise elder handing over a towel to Kean.
" Can we not talk about girls now...I'm not sure my body can handle a hard-on right now." Kean looked down at his little brother. He didn't want any more muscle strain than he already has. " Sure but you do need stamina and good reflexes in battle and that's what I'm trying to build for you kid but you making it seem like I'm a villain."
" Fuck you! And don't you act all pitiful in from me. You battle freak!" Kean quickly rebuked him. Kean cleaned the sweats covering his whole face.
" Okay okay...the youths of nowadays. Never heeding advice." Bernadt said shaking his head. " Since you put it like that I'll give you a break, before we finish your training with a little spar between you and I." Bernadt face gleemed at the latest part of his words.
" Thank you!" Kean sighed a breath of relief before falling back to rest on the floor.
Five minutes later, Bernadt suddenly spoke up. " Alright...that should have been enough." He stood up from where we was seated.
" Wait what?!" Kean hurriedly spoke up. " It was just five minutes!!" Kean was undeniably aggrieved.
" What? Five minutes is enough for you to regain some of your stamina..if you can't do that what was all the training for." Bernadt said not understanding why Kean was complaining so much.
" Hurry up...I wanna go eat my peaches." Bernadt added.
" No, no, nooo..." Kean felt like crying but the tears didn't fall.
" Stop whining, would you?...when I was your age, I didn't take any rest till I was fine with my daily training completely. So don't make excuses."
" Yeah yeah... shut it, you bully." Kean waved his hands signalling Bernadt to help him up. Bernadt walked away instead. " Why should I help you? You insulted me, and it hurt my self esteem."
Kean didn't answer him and just sighed. He stood up by himself and walked to the centre of the training room.
He looked around and spotted the rack equipped with different set and types of weapons. Ranging from swords, axes, spears etc. To assault rifles like the AK-47, M4 carbine, even sniper rifles.
[A/N: all weapons listed above are all imbued with energy. And the bullets are called energy bullets as normal bullets would hardly affect an awakened.]
" You know I wonder why the government would allow you to have possession of such dangerous weapons." Kean lightly said making his way to the rack. He decided to use two short swords to dua wield.
" I know right. Your old man has connections." Bernadt said with a smug look.
" And what are you intending on doing? I want raw combat, no weapons, no nada. Just pure hand to hand combat. So fucking come back here."
At this point kean couldn't even reply Bernadt anymore. His mouth started twitching.