35 Chakra for Zeno (1/2)

Jiro had to end the fight fast, so he took the initiative. He disappeared, the ground cracking and making a shockwave. Appearing behind the man, he punched him in the back, sending the man rolling to the ground.

The man couldn't even react. He saw Jiro disappear and then he was struck on his back, sending him rolling to the ground.

The people who saw what happened stopped questioning how strong Jiro is. They started to realize that all the things people said about him might be true.

Jiro coughed out even more blood. He was really straining himself as he maintained his form.

The man tried to get up, but as he was getting up a fist came flying at his fist, making him fall on his back. His nose was broken from the punch, blood coming out of it.

Some of the bystanders wondered if they should get a guard, but they didn't. The Lolleon culture was based on the strong, the weak followed the strong.

The man tried to get up again, but Jiro once again struck him in the face with enough strength that it knocked him out.

Jiro saw that the man was unconscious so he released his form. The red aura that surrounded him disappeared. He coughed out blood as he fell to the ground unconscious.

By this time, a group of guards came. They had heard of the commotion and came to check it out. The guards saw the two people unconscious and asked the bystanders questions.

Both Jiro and the man were sent to the hospital. Strangely enough, Jiro was in a worse condition than the man. While the man suffered a broken nose and a concussion, Jiro's condition was much worse.

Although Jiro's condition was worse, he was recovering faster. The weird form that he used in the fight seemed to be some sort of awakening. His body became used to chakra and started passively using it, boosting his recovery speeds.

Meanwhile, in the floating city of the Ancient Ones, Zeno was hard at work with Hoemis. It was another day, another hellish torture.

This time, Ayda wasn't watching the training. She had matters to do with her dad's religion and there was a rumor of an evil necromancer.

Zeno finished his daily exercises for the day and was once again being taught martial arts by Hoemis. Right now, Hoemis was training Zeno with his speed and reflexes.

Hoemis would attack Zeno, lowering his speed and strength so Zeno could still react, but not too slow that it wouldn't be a challenge. Zeno would try to dodge these attacks and Hoemis would speed up as Zeno became faster.

It was good training and Zeno enjoyed it much more than doing over a hundred pushups and situps. They continued training for two more hours before Hoemis stopped for a break.

”Alright, you have a 30-minute break. You can do anything you want,” Hoemis told Zeno.

To Hoemis's surprise, instead of taking a break, Zeno continued training, attacking the training dummies.

Zeno continued punching the dummy, his fists a blur. ”No, but I need to be strong.”

”Thinking about it, I never asked about what happened to your dad. How did he die?”

Zeno paused as he heard the question before going back to punching the dummy. ”He died at the dungeon.”

Hoemis nodded. ”I'm sure he's in a better place now.”

”Maybe, my only memory of him was giving me a hug as a baby. All my life, I've grown up with my mom.”