Capítulo 5: Training

The other day, when I woke up, the news had already spread through the village, I found my mother crying in the kitchen on top of the table.

Of course I already knew why, so I made a little noise with my feet so she would notice me and stop her annoying whining.

I walked into the kitchen and she smiled at me with red eyes "Good morning son

I looked at her without expressing any kind of emotion on my face and said.

"Good morning mom, so am I going to start school today?

She looked at me and lost the smile on her face, for a moment I thought she was going to cry again.

She forced a smile and said "No son, unfortunately the old teacher passed away this morning"

I continued without the slightest expression on my face, I knew she wouldn't mind because I was like that since I was born.

"But mom why did she die"? I was feeling good-natured inside, but I didn't change my expression.

She smiled sadly at me and said "unfortunately she was already a very old woman, so death came to her.

I just calmly sat down in my chair next to my mother and began to eat in silence.

She just looked at me, smiled sadly and kissed me on the cheek and said she was going to pay one last visit to the teacher.

I just nodded at her and started eating.

When she left, I began to think about the possibility of someone discovering some trace of me.

But then I relaxed again, I know nothing was going to happen, I'm sure I didn't leave any traces in her house and the land outside has the footprints of all kinds of children because the village didn't have a house for the school, so all the children studied in teacher's house.

The next few days were a blur for me, mostly because I ignored the reactions of those around me.

As I expected, their first reaction was anger and the desire to find out who did this and bring justice, but since they had no suspects, soon everyone's anger passed and all that was left was the fear that something would happen to them.

At nightfall, everyone left the streets and locked themselves in their homes.

This time there wasn't an open window, now everyone was suspicious of everyone else.

The days passed like this for some time with everyone sad and afraid of where they step.

Until a month later everything started to return to normal and people began to forget about the teacher's existence.

During that time, always indoors, I started exercising my little body whenever my mom wasn't looking directly at me, when she came to look at me I just pretended I was playing alone and that's why I was all sweaty.

It felt like some parts of my body still didn't respond directly to me, so I was pretty limited in my workouts.

So I started slowly doing push-ups, squats and short jogs around my room, always striving to make as little noise as possible with my feet.

I also managed to get a piece of broom outside the house and started training like a sword.

Making the sac movement from the waist and cutting forward horizontally.

And cutting from top to bottom vertically.

I repeated this movement all day until I fell to the floor with the urge to vomit and black dots in my vision.

This pushed me to the limit several times a day simply because I was at home all day, so I was always able to repeat the exercises even though my body was extremely sore.

I moved that piece of broom all day until my hands got bloody calluses and the bones in my shoulders and hands cracked.

Consequently I forced myself to eat even more food, forced myself as much food as possible until it started coming out of my nose and I felt my belly swell.

My mom thought it was a little strange that the food ran out so quickly, but she didn't say anything.

I also steal fruits and vegetables from neighbors' ortas at night so as not to arouse too much suspicion.

The months continued like this for me until I was able to move and control my body completely.

I could do push-ups with my legs up, with just my toes on the floor, until I collapsed with excruciating pain in my fingers and arms.

But I knew it would strengthen my grip on the sword, so I continued the same exercise day after day.

And I did intense squats until I fell to the ground without feeling my legs, sometimes it felt like the blood in my legs was boiling and on fire.

I got to the point of biting a cloth so as not to scream trying to relieve the pain, my sweat dripped and formed puddles on the floor.

I started drinking several liters of water a day so I wouldn't get dehydrated.

My sword training is also going well. I feel like I'm getting better every day, my movements are much faster and I feel much more fluid, as if the broomstick in my hand is an extension of my body.

I'm still practicing the same movements, but I started to feel that swinging that piece of wood was as natural to me as breathing.

I was already over 2 years old and had grown up a bit, but I was still the height of a child.