18 The Night Before Training (1/2)

Over the next few days, Michael allowed Will to relax and prepare for his training. His reasoning was that it would make Jonathan's training seem like daycare and he needed to be well rested.

Though Will was nervous about his uncle's ominous warning, he spent his days either meditating or checking on his friends with his phone. When he noticed that Leo and Bianca got together at the Java Joint, he couldn't stop himself from listening. Feeling horrible for neglecting his friends and understanding how Leo felt, he was at least relieved that Bianca understood.

Though they had been apart for so long, Bianca never left Will's wavelength. She could always somehow know when he was in some sort of trouble or how he was feeling. The fact that he messed up and allowed her to hear him only made it worse.

Seeing how she jumped at the sound of his voice, Will thought it was for the best to wait for him to wait until she left before sending his message to Leo. He only hoped his best friend would believe it was him enough to do what he said. If not maybe he would think it was his conscious. Will smiled at the thought. 'Maybe it was the aliens.' he thought with a chuckle.

”Well don't we seem relaxed tonight.” Michael said with a half smile. He had been watching Will most of his relaxation period. It had been a good way to get to know his nephew the right way instead of always following him back in the other world.

Will looked back at Michael with a somewhat serious expression. ”My training starts tomorrow right?” he asked as he got up from his tree. He was anxious to get the training started. The sooner he could get stronger, the sooner he could finally stand a chance against the wraiths.

Michael smiled at his nephew. ”We can do a little training to get you started now if you want.” he said as Will stretched.

”I suppose a little training wouldn't hurt anyone.” Will was already in a hurry to get his lessons started. The sooner he was done with them, the sooner he could avenge Maya. He would take anything Michael threw at him.

”Catch.” his uncle said, as if reading his mind. A wooden sword flew in the air until Will caught it By the hilt. Looking at the piece of wood, Will could already tell where this was going. Taking a fighting stance, He waited for Michael to grab a sword of his own. Most of the books he read would start training out with swordplay and he supposed he was in the right realm for it. Will looked at the sword with a sigh.

Instead of doing what was expected, Michael picked a tree, sat down and relaxed. ”I want you to do sword thrusts until I tell you to stop.” He said as Will stared at him dumbfounded. ”Didn't you tell me you want to get stronger?” he asked with a playful expression which just as quickly turned dark. ”Then do it.”

Will wasn't about to ask questions. He got his instructions and intended to follow them. Just as soon as Michael stopped talking, Will gripped the hilt with both hands and chopped downward. If Michael wanted him to do sword thrusts, he must have had a reason for instructing him to do so.

”What exactly was that?” Michael asked. ”Are you chopping wood or thrusting? You are right handed correct? Use your left leg for balance and bring your right leg forward as you swing to add power. Were you even taught swordplay?” his uncle quickly became the lazy instructor lounging at the base of the tree.

Will rolled his eyes, 'of course I didn't learn this earlier,' Will thought as he did what his uncle instructed him. 'I was instead taught how to shoot firearms.' Will shortly regretted not taking up another extracurricular activity when Jonathan had asked.

'This doesn't have any thing to do with magic,' Will thought as he continuously slashed the air with his wooden sword. Since it was a free lesson, He decided not to give Michael too much grief, there had to be a reason for everything he did.

Within two hours of repetitive swinging, Will was beginning to be annoyed. Looking over at the tree, Michael had long since fallen asleep. Looking down at his sleeping instructor, Will had no idea what he was doing. Why was he the only one taking this seriously? 'This must be a big joke to him or something,' he thought as he brought the sword down one more time. Michael wasn't even paying attention to form or the amount of power Will was putting into his thrusts. He could have been slacking and he doubted his uncle would care. There was a clear distinct difference between his two trainers. Jonathan would have stayed awake for days to ensure Will was doing the right thing.

”Wake up asshole! How long am I supposed to do this for?” Just as Will finished yelling, something was heading straight for him. Without a moments hesitation, his sword came up and blocked it. Staring at what the projectile was gave him pause. Will was staring at a dagger sticking out of the hilt of his blade just inches from his hand. When he looked back at Michael, he was already on his feet. Will had a feeling if he did relax in this training, he could actually die. The dagger was headed right for his head before he deflected it. Wondering how exactly a few sword thrusts had given him those reflexes, Will just stared at his instructor with slightly more respect and a whole lot more fear.

”Your arms are tired after a few hours of constant swinging, but you are able to block without your aura.” He said as he looked his nephew in the eye. ”Do you know why that is?”