Chapitre 110: 110. destroyed over and over
When you think your good but your teacher just beats your ass every single day he had to have all his forms fixed his combat style remodeled he face broken bones ruptured organs bruised ego again and again day after day he had each and every shadow get systematically destroyed and trained as well in every single type of weapon from spears to heavy blades and great axes to magical combat and Guns to scythes and sword and shield his passive combat skills were rising at an alarming rate and he still couldn't get off a single hit his dodging training consisted mostly of just trying not to die his passive pain resistance shot through the roof he barely flinched at broken bones and dislocated body parts she was absolutely ruthless everyone in the kingdom pitied him but he would rise above it how can he not even land a single fucking hit. she would stab him with a spear to correct his posture and try to knock him off guard almost every lesson he had to be carried off by house elves to the infirmary she even beat the shit out of him in animagus form he was flattened like it was nothing and beaten like a dog she truly was a monster his chains couldn't touch her his fist couldn't connect his weapons missed or were parried it was a crushing blow to his ego and he would wonder If he was improving at all if it wasn't for the notifications and the fact she had just broke his ribs and he had shrugged it off she made sure to break as many bones then have them reset to make them stronger as they healed it was torture at some point he could probably shrug off the cruciatus curse but his stats were still mostly at human level he was just getting his foundation down I mean it's only been a few days she hadn't even got mildy hard on him he was told which scared him nearly to death. demon he had summoned a demon and sold his soul for help this is what has happened. and she was just so delighted he was holding on and continuing the training. what do you mean holding on?!!? he surprised he hasn't died I'm pretty sure this area was white when we started. why are those redcaps trying to move in?? they only live in bloody battlefields. This is all my blood. it's was horrifying but now it was time for normal life to return for a moment until tomorrow.
The rain stayed soft over the weekend, quiet, so I was able to sleep well.
People greeted me in the parking lot Monday morning. I didn't know all their names, but I waved back and smiled at everyone. It was colder this morning, but happily not raining. In English We had a pop quiz on Wuthering Heights. It was straightforward, very easy.
All in all, I was feeling a lot more comfortable than I had thought I would feel by this point. I mean under my clothes were weights and under those weights were bruises it's was painful but I was free from my teacher for the school day until night came.
When we walked out of class, the air was full of swirling bits of white. I could hear people shouting excitedly to each other. The wind bit at my cheeks, my nose.
"Wow," Mike said. "It's snowing."
I looked at the little cotton fluffs that were building up along the sidewalk and swirling erratically past my face. It made my swelling feel so much better ugh my kidneys. "it's all fun and games til someone hits you in the ear."
Mike laughed. And then a big, squishy ball of dripping snow smacked into the back of his head. We both turned to see where it came from. I had my suspicions about Eric, who was walking away, his back toward us - in the wrong direction for his next class. Mike appatently had the same notion. He bent over and began scraping together a pile of the white mush.
"I'll see you at lunch, okay?" I kept walking as I spoke. "Once people start throwing wet stuff, I go inside."
He just nodded, his eyes on Eric's retreating figure.
Throughout the morning, everyone chattered excitedly about the snow; apparently it was the first snowfall of the new year. I kept my hands under my shirt to get some more swelling down. Sure snow was great and all, - until it melted in your socks I don't like wet socks.
I walked alertly to the cafeteria with Jessica after Spanish my teachers beatings still in my mind. Mush balls were flying everywhere. I dodged quite a few of them. Jessica thought I was hilarious, but something in my expression kept her from lobbing a snowball at me herself.
Mike caught up to us as we walked in the doors, laughing, with ice melting the spikes in his hair. He and Jessica were talking animatedly about the snow fight as we got in line to buy food. I glanced toward that table in the corner out of habit. There were five people at the table. She must have eaten and gotten back from running away from problems probably not wanting to dissapoint her father. I put it in the back of my mind.
I waited for my new friends to get their food, and then followed them to a table, my mind on combat lessons and ways to improve them I don't really like physical weights I was thinking about seals I'll talk to teacher about it later.
I sipped my soda slowly. Jessica asked, how I was feeling. I told her it was nothing but pain from martial arts practice they were all quite curious I told them I had been studying it since I was young and had hurt myself a bit at practice was all. I decided to permit myself one glance at the Cullen family's table. They were laughing. Jasper, and Emmett all had their hair entirely saturated with melting snow. The girls were leaning away as Emmett shook his dripping hair toward them. They were enjoying the snowy day, just like everyone else - only they looked more like a scene from a movie than the rest of us.
But, aside from the laughter and playfulness, there was something different, and I knew what it was it was like an after feeding glow. I examined Amanda the most carefully. her skin was less pale, I decided - the circles under her eyes much less noticeable. But there was something more. I pondered, staring, trying to isolate the change.
At that precise moment, her eyes flashed over to meet mine. I was sure, though, in the instant our eyes met, that she didn't look harsh or unfriendly as he had the last time I'd seen him. He looked merely curious again, unsatisfied in some way. Still couldn't get past my shields girly.
"Amanda Cullen is staring at you," Jessica giggled in my ear.
I chuckled and just waved it off and started playing plants vs zombies.
"The Cullens don't like anybody... well, they don't notice anybody enough to like them. But she's still staring at you."
"She must be wondering how I got so awesome." I replied shamelessly.
She snickered, but she looked away. Mike interrupted us then - he was planning an epic battle of the blizzard in the parking lot after school and wanted us to join. Jessica agreed enthusiastically. The way she looked at Mike left little doubt that she would be up for anything he suggested. I kept silent. It okay to be wet or cold but not both I'd have to use my mad dodging skills to evade that situation.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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