Next morning, Dad burst into my room. "Aster, wake up! Don't oversleep."
I stretched, yawning. "Huh, is it morning already?"
"Today's the big day," Dad replied, his voice filled with excitement.
I rubbed my eyes, still sleepy. "Isn't it early?"
"Yes, perfect time to start training," Dad said.
I shook off the sleepiness, excitement taking over. "Today's training time!"
Dad smiled. "Get changed and have breakfast. We're going out."
I rushed to the kitchen, remembering Mom's promise. "Mom, you said you had something special?"
"Wait here," she said, disappearing into her room.
She returned with a sleek, high-colored black jumpsuit. "This used to be your dad's training attire.It is now yours. I cleaned it up."
The black jumpsuit's stretchy material hugged my frame perfectly. Its vibrant color shimmered in the light, radiating confidence and strength.
"Mom, you're the best!" I exclaimed, kissing her forehead.
Mom beamed. "I'm the best mom ever, he said so."
In my room, I put on the black jumpsuit, feeling its stretchy fabric. "This is awesome."
As I walked into the kitchen, Mom's eyes sparkled with pride. "Breakfast is ready, sweetie! You look amazing in that jumpsuit!"
On the table lay my favorite breakfast - Solar Flare, a wholesome bowl filled with golden grains, fruits, and nuts.
"Thanks, Mom! This looks incredible."
Dad joined us, eyes widening in approval. "You look great, son. The jumpsuit suits you."
After breakfast, Dad stood up, his expression turning serious. "Time for training, Aster. Let's go!"
We jogged out of the house, the warm sun beating down on us. The town with people in shops houses and our roaming back and forth. I didn't mind that as I was truly focused on what will come in training
Dad set a steady pace, and I struggled to keep up.
"Keep going, son!" Dad encouraged. "We're not there yet! You're doing great!"
Finally, we reached a secluded clearing. Dad halted, surveying the area. "We're here. This will be our training ground."
Dad started doing squats and push-ups with ease. I tried to follow, but my arms shook.
Dad helped me up, and we started again. This time, he held my waist, supporting me through the push-ups.
"As I did push-ups, I exclaimed to my Dad, 'Dad, I'm getting tired of doing push-ups. Can we do different exercises?'
My Dad replied, 'Uh-huh, okay. Now, let's move on to these exercises.'
I continued with various exercises, including legwork, pull-ups, and sit-ups, as my Dad provided guidance and support." I continue till the sun began to set.
As the sun began to set, Dad called it a day. "Time to head back, son."
Exhaustion caught up with me, and I collapsed onto Dad's shoulder.
At home, Mom greeted us with concern. "What happened?"
"He got exhausted during training," Dad explained.
I protested weakly from Dad's shoulder. "It's not fair... it was too much."
Mom smiled. "It's your first time, that's why. Go rest in your room. I'll bring dinner to you."
That night, I vowed to continue training. "I won't give up. I'll prove to everyone I'm no weakling, magic or not."
That night, Mom brought my favorite dinner - Starlight tea and Elven Bread, a nutritious, long-lasting bread.
As she fed me, I savored each bite. "Mom, this is delicious."
Mom's eyes sparkled. "I'm glad you're enjoying it, sweetie."
After finishing, Mom asked, "Was it satisfying?"
"Anything you cook for me is delicious and satisfies me, Mom," I replied, my eyes shining with gratitude.
Mom smiled, feeling grateful, "Thanks, son. Goodnight."
As she left, I thought, "Maybe I can squeeze in some exercise tonight."
I got up, determination burning within me. I began doing push-ups, counting each one. "One... Two... Three... Four... Five..."
My muscles screamed in protest, but I persisted. "I'm doing it! I reached five!"
Exhaustion eventually took over, but I refused to quit. I continued throughout the night, driven by my resolve.
The next morning, Dad burst into my room again. "Aster, wake up! Don't oversleep."
I stretched, yawning. "Huh, is it morning already?"
"Today's training time!" Dad exclaimed.
I rubbed my eyes, still sleepy. "Isn't it early?"
"Yes, perfect time to start training," Dad said.
We headed to the kitchen for breakfast. Mom had prepared my favorite Sunblaze Bowl – steamed rice, grilled fish, and citrus-herb sauce.
As I savored my breakfast, Mom watched with a warm smile.
After finishing, I stood up, stretching my arms. "This was refreshing!"
Outside, Dad was doing endless push-ups. "I guess you're ready to go now," he said, not breaking a sweat.
"Let's begin," I said, determination in my eyes.
We jogged to the place we went yesterday to exercise, this time I tried to catch up with my Dad as he still remained his steady pace.
As we reached the secluded place we went yesterday, My Dad said "You must be tired, have a little rest.
I declined even though i was covered with endless sweat, as I said "Noo, I can't rest for now, I'm going to train. My Dad was suprised and he thought "Maybe he is right, he was just like me too, back then."
Dad nodded, sitting down to watch. "Okay, show me what you've got."
I started my push-ups, counting aloud: "One, two, three, four, five..."
I reached 11, and Dad's eyes widened. "Wow, you managed 11 push-ups all by yourself!"
I was able to reach 11 push-ups due to the exercising I did last night.
I grinned. "This is nothing, Dad."
I continued with 15 sit-ups, leaving Dad stunned.
"How are you doing this, Aster?" Dad asked, incredulous.
"I'm not giving up, Dad. I want to be strong like you."
Dad smiled, pride shining in his eyes. "You're already stronger than you think, son."
Dad's words fueled my determination. I increased my sit-ups to 20, then 25.
"Aster, slow down," Dad cautioned. "You're pushing yourself too hard."
But I couldn't stop. I was driven by an unyielding desire to prove myself.
Finally, I collapsed onto the grass, exhausted.
Dad rushed to my side, concern etched on his face. "Aster, are you okay?"
I nodded weakly. "Yeah, Dad... just need... a break."
Dad helped me up, guiding me to a nearby tree. "Rest here, son. You've done enough for today."
After I took my rest, I was still weak as i was still trying breathing. My Dad saw me lying down weak so he said "I guess it is time to go home.
My Dad carried me home. Since we were walking it took as a long time to reach home. As we reached home, I was still tired and weak.
As I regained my composure, Mom appeared with a refreshing drink. "Here, Aster, replenish your fluids," she said, handing me a glass of Iced Mint Sparkle.
The cool liquid soothed my parched throat. "Thanks, Mom."
Her smile was warm. "You're welcome, Aster. Your progress is remarkable."
Dad nodded in agreement. "You're exceeding my expectations, son."
Their praise instilled pride, but I recognized the journey ahead.
That evening, Dad's expression turned serious. "Aster, tomorrow we'll focus on martial arts techniques."
My pulse quickened. Martial arts? Was I prepared?
But I didn't hesitate. "I'm ready, Dad."
Dad's smile was reassuring. "I know you are, son."
The next morning at the secluded area, Dad initiated my martial arts training, focusing on fundamental techniques. Initially, my coordination was lacking, but with each attempt, I adapted and improved.
Today Dad introduced me to Full Contact Karate, a martial art emphasizing full-contact sparring and knockdowns.
"The key to mastering Full Contact Karate lies in its simplicity and effectiveness," Dad explained.
We began with basic stances and movements, gradually progressing to more complex techniques.
"Focus on your center of gravity, Aster," Dad instructed. "A stable core is essential for balance and power."
As I practiced, Dad offered constructive feedback. "Your movements are stiff. Relax, and let your body flow."
With each attempt, I adapted and improved.
As the sun began to set, Dad announced, "Final exercise – defend yourself against my attack. We'll practice the Major Outer Reap Throw."
My heart rate increased, signaling the commencement of the test. I concentrated on Dad's movements, analyzing his patterns.
"Remember, Aster, defense is key," he reminded me.
"Got it, Dad," I replied, heightening my senses.
Dad launched a swift and fluid attack. I reacted instinctively, dodging and blocking his movements. Our exchange became a blur, each of us countering the other.
"Good reflexes, Aster! Now, counterattack!" Dad shouted.
I executed a perfectly timed Inner Thigh Throw.
Finally, Dad ceased, a broad smile on his face. "Well done, Aster! You're a natural!"
I acknowledged my growth, feeling a surge of pride.
Upon returning home, Mom greeted us with a warm smile. "How was training today?"
Dad's expression turned amused. "Aster's displaying remarkable potential in Full Contact Karate."
Mom's eyes sparkled. "That's wonderful, sweetie. You're becoming just like your father."
That night, as I reflected on my progress, I felt invigorated. My transformation was underway.
Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but I was prepared.
The next day, As we jogged to the secluded training area, Dad began explaining the significance of martial arts.
"Martial arts provides a means for individuals to defend themselves without relying on magic," he stated.
I processed this information, intrigued. "I've heard of it. It's primarily for those unable to utilize magic, correct?"
Dad nodded, his expression serious. "Exactly. Unfortunately, many institutions neglect martial arts training, but you'll learn it now."
I acknowledged his words, determination sparking within me. "Teach me everything, Dad."
Dad's gaze narrowed, a hint of approval in his eyes. "We'll begin with the fundamentals."
With that, our martial arts training commenced.
As I reflect on my progress, I realize that my mastery of martial arts has been nothing short of remarkable. Under my father's guidance, I've seamlessly integrated mixed martial arts and self-defense techniques into my repertoire.
"My current pace is satisfactory," I note to myself. "However, I must continue to push myself."
Over the past two months, my physical transformation has been striking. My once slender frame now boasts chiseled eight-pack abs and broad shoulders, radiating an aura of strength. My height, now 5'5", seems almost inconsequential compared to my newfound confidence.
Upon observing my reflection, I acknowledge the changes with a calculated detachment. "My physical growth is on track. Now, I must focus on mental and emotional development."
One evening, after a particularly grueling training session, my mother's gaze lingers on my physique, her eyes sparkling with pride. "Aster, you're unrecognizable!"
I offer a measured response, "My progress is acceptable, but I won't be satisfied until I reach my full potential."
My father's expression mirrors my mother's, his eyes shining with pride. "Your growth extends beyond physical strength, Aster. You've demonstrated significant mental and emotional growth."
I nod, my determination unwavering. "I'll continue to push myself, exploring new boundaries."
The next morning, my father announces, "Today, we'll focus on advanced techniques." I meet his statement with a calculated enthusiasm. "I'm ready to proceed."
As we train, I recognize the nuances of martial arts extending beyond physical prowess. Discipline, strategy, and self-control are equally essential components.
"With each passing day, my skills are improving dramatically," I observe. "I've transcended my former limitations. The challenges ahead will be formidable, but I'm prepared."