Chapter 107 - 107. Morning Training (2/2)

Mack nodded and tried to punch the puppet again. This time, he paid more attention to his left foot. He was not sure how that timing to hit the puppet worked, so he ignored that part for now.

#97#

[Good, you already improved, your left foot came out of the ground almost at the correct moment, keep practicing this punch all this morning, things will feel more natural the more you practice, some things only will make sense when you feel them, like the correct moment that your fist should hit the puppet]

”Yes, I have no clue about that. How many times should I do this morning?”

[Don't stop until your punch hit 500 damage points]

Said the old man, taking a chair to sit down and watch Mack practice.

”All that? This will be hard. I barely hit 97 in the last one”

Said Mack, scratching the back of his head, this training would be boring as hell.

[What are you waiting for? Start! We only have one hundred days to prepare you.]

”Ok, Ok,”

Said Mack, getting into position to give a punch again.

~punch~

The sound of Mack fist hitting the puppet came and the old man closed his eyes to meditate. Or maybe he was sleeping. No one would never know.

Minutes turned into hours and the sound of the puppet being hit never stopped.

The old man opened his eyes and looked outside the window by his side. Night had arrived already, and the lights of the city illuminated the streets.

The old man looked to Mack, he was still practing, and saw that his chest was now naked without his battlesuit and completely covered in sweat.

~punch~

Mack hit the puppet again, and the number showed in the puppets' eyes was now 754.

'I indeed chose the right guy to be my heir. Not only talented, but he loves what he does.'

Thought the old man seeing that Mack was now in some kind of trance, not even seeing what number the puppet showed, only paying attention to the minute details that his own body produced, so he could improve and improve and improve.

~punch~

Another hit at the puppet, and sweat flew from Mack's body together with the punch, hitting the puppet at the same time.

'766, a little more and I will be able to teach him that technique.'

Thought the old man

~punch~

'He is ready'