Bab 255: Chapter 255: Beginning Of A Legend III

Damon winced as he adjusted his stance, his shin still throbbing from the impact.

He looked up at Wichan, his face twisted in discomfort. "What is that?" he asked, unable to hide the cringe in his expression.

"It felt like I kicked a steel pole," Damon muttered, rolling his ankle slightly to test if it still worked properly.

Wichan's face remained calm, but there was a flicker of confusion in his eyes. "It is called conditioning," he said matter-of-factly, crossing his arms. "Somchai… he did not teach you this?"

Damon shook his head, his frustration barely contained. "No, he didn't."

Wichan sighed heavily, muttering under his breath in Thai, "Ai Somchai, s̄xn xarị xyū̀ neī̀a" (Somchai, what the hell were you teaching?)

Damon noticed the shift in tone but didn't press. He still hadn't picked up the language and decided it was best to stay silent.