Chapter 38 Senses (2/2)

After the next 15 minutes, his knuckles had started bleeding from the constant friction with the bag, so he switched it up to using the sides of his hands and palms. He even started kicking the sides of the bag more since he noticed that it was easy to hit the front spots but not the sides.

After a full hour had gone by, Laz was soaked now in only his sweat while his hands, arms, legs and feet were throbbing in pain.

On top of all this, Laz realized the paint hadn't faded or peeled in the least. It looked the same that it did when he started hitting it.

It was at this moment that he couldn't help but extend his new sixth sense to try to figure out the problem with the paint.

'This couldn't be an impossible situation right?' Was Laz's only thought about all this. He didn't think Bill would set him up like that so he could only try to figure out what the deal was with the paint.

Focusing himself, he was able to understand the way the paint adhered to the bag. It was a strong paint to begin with, but it had't bonded fully to the bag. The reason it wasn't coming off had to do with Laz.

He had been hitting the bag too lightly, not wanting to sprain his wrist again or break the bag. Because of his misgivings, he had only been hitting the bag with a strength similar to how guys would hit each other while play fighting. Enough to feel it, but not enough to hurt.

The throbbing Laz had felt was mostly due to the friction and the constant contact, over and over again. He had basically been wasting his time. Clenching his first a few times, he found that although it hurt, it was the skin and not the muscle which hurt. He punched the bag a few times, using more force behind the punch, enough to cause the bag to dent in a bit. This caused a bit of the pant to start tearing a little.

Seeing this, Laz knew he had found the right answer. He needed to adjust his force to use it in the most efficient way possible.

Trying to focus on the problem though had left Laz open for another problem. Before he even realized it, he was hit in the back with the high pressure water spray and sudden fell forward. Holding himself up on his hands and feet, he could feel the water sprayer continue to hit him, leaving bruises where it met direct skin.

”Thought you could use a drink lad. It is hot out here after all,” Bill explained while spraying him down. This time, he kept blasting him for almost 3 minutes before he stopped. He then walked over to where Laz was on the floor and set a bottle of water on the floor before walking away again, back towards the house.

Laz just stayed there for a good 5 minutes while his body was trying to adjust. To be hit with cold water for that long after he had been so hot and sweaty, Laz felt more than a bit beat at this moment. He grabbed the bottle of water and took a few mouthfuls before setting it back down again.

He stood up and stretched out his back while widening out his sense. He had a feeling that Bill was going to keep doing this all day.

At the moment, Bill was inside watching a monitor next to Grandpa Crowe. The picture on the monitor was of Laz who had just taken the drink and went back to hitting the bag, over and over again.

”He's pretty tough for a kid his age.”

”Of course, he is my Grandson after all.”

”You going to tell him whats happening?”

”Soon, or maybe I will just die before then and save myself the trouble.”

”You really want to leave that kid on his own?” Bill asked, a bit mad at his friends words.

”I may not have a choice. Pretty soon, he will only have himself to rely on. Isn't that what you told me?”