Chapitre 13: Chapter 13: Training
Soon, his mind took a turn, and a thought roamed: "Awakening this quickly, shouldn't he be reincarnated?" He shook his head, muttering with a sharp gaze, "I have to approach this matter attentively."
Glancing outside the window, he let all those thoughts disappear and smiled, "This morning! I have to use my time wisely," before rising from his Palang bed.
Thirty minutes later
Staring at his reflection, he muttered, "It's time to stretch my muscles," as he cracked his fingers and walked toward the table. He picked up his tablet and moved toward the door.
*Creak *Creak
He pulled open the door and exited the room with the tablet in his hand. Without making a sound, he continued to move, descending the stairs until he reached the ground floor of the building. There, he stood before a door labeled: Training Room.
He pulled the door open and stepped inside, which resembled a hall. Twisting and cracking his knuckles, he moved toward the right corner of the room.
Placing his tablet down, his eyes fell on the wall-embedded cupboard containing some of his injury-relief gear—elbow sleeves, wrist wraps, workout grips, and more.
Without a second thought, he retrieved several items and donned them. Stretching his arms, he reached for the chalk box, pulled it out, and rubbed the chalk between his palms before gently clapping them together.
"Now's the time to start my training," he declared, surveying the training room, which felt expansive and filled with various calisthenics equipment and dummy weapons lining the walls. Ignoring these distractions, he moved toward the resistance bands, which were fitted in various positions around the room.
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Kuru Saamraajya [Capital of Indraprastha]
In the bustling region of Kuru Saamraajya, a hub of businessmen, actors, politicians, and more, the population had surged due to its rapid development.
Among the towering skyscrapers was the headquarters of Sam's gaming company—a monumental building that seemed to touch the clouds. The words "Curious Gaming Company" were boldly engraved on its façade.
Inside, in a sleek, well-furnished office equipped with every modern amenity, a middle-aged man sat behind a desk cluttered with documents. Across from him stood a younger man, waiting respectfully.
"How's the testing program going?" the middle-aged man's voice broke the silence, calm but authoritative.
"Everything went well, sir," came the young man's humble and polite reply.
The middle-aged man nodded, satisfied. Without another word, he handed over a document. "Go and submit this," he instructed, his tone firm but composed.
"Yes, sir," the young man responded promptly, taking the document and exiting the room.
He made his way to another office, this one partitioned by sleek, non-load-bearing walls that gave it a modern, open feel. A woman sat behind the desk, her focus on her laptop screen.
"Already ahead of schedule," she murmured to herself, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. Just then, a knock echoed from the office door.
"Come in," she called, briefly glancing up. A young man, about 24 years old, entered and approached the desk.
He extended his hand, offering the document. "Ma'am, this is the project data."
Taking the document, her eyes fell on the papers. Without looking up, she remarked, "Nice work, finishing ahead of schedule."
"You can go," she added, her attention already returning to the document.
"Thank you, ma'am," the young man said before quietly exiting the office.
The woman's fingers deftly flipped through the pages; her focus unbroken. Upon reaching the final page, she nodded in approval. "Everything's in order," she muttered, picking up her smartphone. With a few taps, she called a number saved under 'Sir.'
The ringtone barely rang twice before the call connected.
"Any issues?" came the familiar voice from the other end.
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Curious Building
All the calisthenics equipment—workout rings, parallettes, resistance bands, and more—were marked with faint palm imprints, dusted with chalk.
Scattered across the ground lay an array of dummy weapons: swords, katanas, spears, and others, as if abandoned after an intense training session.
In the center of it all stood a young boy, bow raised, an arrow poised between his fingers. His eyes were closed, his breath steady, calm, and focused. He seemed lost in deep concentration. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open. With a swift turn of his body, he released the arrow.
*Swish *swish
One by one, every arrow struck the target dead center. He glanced at the result of his efforts, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips. He couldn't help but exhale a quiet sigh of accomplishment. "Ten years of hard work... finally worth it," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.
Then, his gaze fell upon his right hand. The old scars and bruises had reopened, and tiny droplets of blood dotted his fingers. With a sharp intake of breath, he winced and hissed, "Ouch! My hand..." He quickly brought his hand to his mouth, blowing cool air over the wound in an attempt to soothe the pain.
After a moment, glancing at the open wound on his right-hand finger, Sam sighed. "I've cleaned it up, now just need the med-kit," he muttered to himself.
Approaching the tall mirror embedded in the wall, a faint smile crossed his face as he caught sight of his reflection. His training outfit, drenched in sweat, clung to him. "I've got so much to do in just one month," he whispered, a mix of determination and exhaustion in his voice.
As he was lost in thought, dreaming of his goals, a sudden *ding* *ding* echoed through the training room, snapping his focus to the source of the sound. He walked toward it almost instinctively, picking up the tablet and swiping the green icon upward.
"Call connected."
"Any issues?" Sam asked calmly.
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