28 A Grueling Hellish Spartan Training (2/2)

I don't know how much time had passed, but it felt like an eon. My bones felt like they'd become liquid and sweat was endlessly pouring down my face and back.

If I had known that my Brother's sword training was right from the demon manual from hell. I might have reconsidered him teaching me.

This was Spartan training… I would have refused. However, it was too late for that now!

”Have you had enough?” His voice rang out with a soft joking tone to it.

But in my mind, that voice wasn't joking, but the voice of a demon general calling out to a low ranking soldier.

It was like I was being called from the other side.

”Don't you think you've been a little hard on her. Remember that she's only five, you do remember, right?” Ambrose asks with a firm voice from the sideline of the torture show.

My lungs felt like they were on fire as I drew air into them, this was painful!

”I don't think I was that hard on her,” Clemente says trying to defend his training.

”She'll thank me when she in the dungeon. Besides she said that she wanted to be the best adventurer, so I'll train her hard,” he says with a smile.

Looking up at him through hazy eyes, I don't ever recall saying that I wanted to be the best. However, that didn't have a bad ring to it either.

Forcing my head upwards, I look at my Brother. He didn't even have a single bead of sweat running down his face. I don't think he broke a sweat the whole entire time that he'd been training me.

Well, training was the kind way to put it, it'd been a mild beating.

However, I'd gotten a few skills.

「Evasion」

「Counter」

「Bloodlust Detection」

「Counter Strike」

These are the skills that I'd obtained after having a sword manic swing at me like he was cutting down a monster.

As each of the names implies, they're learned to evade strike that would take one's life. It was simple, to earn skills after you'd been under distress.

Waving a hand in front of my face, I look away from my earnings and at my Brother.

My body was aching all over, he'd been hitting me with the blunt side of his blade for the whole of the training. Although I didn't really sustain any damage, I still hurt all over.

It was good that he wasn't using the sharp edge, but nonetheless it was very unpleasant to have the shit whacked out of my tender five-year-old body.

Scratch that, no matter the age, it wasn't pleasant to have the shit beaten out of you!

Grunting, I pull myself up from the kneeling position on the ground and to a standing position.

My chest hurt and my arms felt like they're ready to fall off my body. But I felt invigorated, as if liquid lighting was running through my veins.

This was the most I'd felt alive, in both of my lives!

Combat… It was amazing!

I'd finally understood why someone would want to learn martial arts or wield a weapon in my old life. There was something about the act of violence that made one's blood run hot in their veins, and their souls to ignite.

”Why you have to go and hit her so hard!” Salem finally chimes in and I look at him. His fists are clenched, and his eyes are blood red.

But I didn't share the same sentiments the blood was roaring in my ears. I wanted to keep going!

”Hollis?” Clemente voice sounded through the roar, and I look at him. A wild grin was on his lips as he looks at me.

”Do you want to continue?” There was a madness in his eyes, but I felt my blood pump faster.

”Yes!”