บท 43: A Dream That Never Fades
The next four months flew by every week your training regimen grew in difficulty from ten-thousand normal push-ups to one-thousand weighted push-ups which made your bones feel like they were crumbling under the weight of the world. Your simple laps turned into targeting practice well at least for your master who threw massive fireballs as you ran around the massive golden room dodging each fireball using any means necessary.
Though every once in a while one would hit you dead on causing you to fly into the nearest wall usually covered in burns mostly on your exposed arms and face thought these would become less common due to the next exercise in your regimen which forced you to take your masters flames to the back as you struggled to stay up as mountains of burning hot flames scorched your back blackening your supposedly flameproof sect uniform.
After about an hour you would eat a big feast of Spiraling Death Worms before immediately throwing up as you meditated as you were forced to test your mama supply to out las the bone-chilling cold.
Every day ending off with a quick lesson teaching you different ways to utilize your mana.
One day he thought you how to pour your mana into your leg muscles to increase your speed and agility, though nowhere near the level of the Body Sect. Yet strangely you had a natural affinity with this skill which you frequently used during your dodging exercise.
It's been a long two months but you soon started enjoying your time in the golden room though when you failed your workout grew in intensity it soon became a temporary set back due to the pills your father gave you which greatly increased the effects of your training.
Though it had been four months now you knew that you only had a limited amount of time left in you're training you still had so many questions; Mostly about the dream, through you shrugged it off at first it was like a fly buzzing away in your ear no matter how many times you swatted it away it just kept coming back.
So today you were gonna finally tell your Master about your dream hoping no, praying for some clarity.
That night you knocked on his bedroom door craving answers.
"Master Kai, may I come in?"
Though with a slightly confused expression the old man gives you a big smile. "Of course you can, but what's wrong?" He backs away from the door as he takes a seat in front of a big desk covered in paperwork.
You close the door behind you as you stand over him preparing yourself to tell your Master about your probably meaningless dreams.
When you approached quickly stuffs the papers into his folder though you could have sworn you saw a picture of yourself on one of his documents though it was probably someone else.
"So are you ever gonna tell me what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry if I'm wasting your time but can I ask you a few questions?"
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