Chapter 8: 9. training start and bait set (1)

Leko’s body stilled as an icy chill ran through it. He let out a soft groan and cracked one eye open to stare in disdain at the beaming Faier. She had his blanket bundled in her arms.

“The greatest of mornings to you, young master.”

Faier laughed at his murmured complaints as Kurio dragged Leko out of the bed.

“I could have you out on the streets for handling me like this,” Leko huffed. Kurio shrugged at his words, a little twist of his lips betraying his amusement.

Leko slumped into the bathroom. He stripped and slid into the warm bath. He ignored his own grumpy reflection as he washed.
What even was the time?

“We’ll only be doing stretches, young master. We’ll work on flexibility movement once you’ve gained the flexibility skill.”

Skills took time to develop. It wasn’t a case of doing something once and picking up the skill. You had to develop the basics yourself before the system acknowledged it as a skill.

Squinting at the dark sky, Leko groaned. He could see the faintest tint of orange on the far horizon as dawn approached. Why the hell was he up this early? And better yet, why did he bathe before exercising?

“Come on, young master! Let’s get to it.”

He scowled. Would it count as killing a monster if he offed her now? Only a monster could be this happy so early in the morning. Leko wanted to go back to bed. Kurio wrapped his hand around Leko’s elbow and dragged him to a spot with yoga mats set up. Leko frowned at the sight before shrugging.

With muttered complaints, he followed Faier’s instructions. Leko stretched out his muscles. He hasn’t done this type of thing in years. It was pleasant. Combining it with meditation was a good way to wind down and clear your head. Leko couldn’t do that now, he had to keep track of Faier’s routine but his lips twisted in a wistful smile. Later, he’d do it later.

“Young Master's body is quite stiff.”

Leko felt insulted. He had to agree, but he still felt insulted. This body was stiff. It was going to take him a bit longer than he thought to get it nice and nimble.

“A small break should be fine, then we can move to strength workouts. We’ll start off with simple bodyweight workouts. You need to learn the correct etiquette, young Master.”

Holding back another groan, Leko nodded at the butler. It was a good start. Doing the workouts wrong could both be unhelpful and hurtful. He knew where Kurio was coming from. Leko Hosyn would not have had any reason to do workouts. It made sense that he didn’t know how to do them right, either. Starting him from the basics is a logical conclusion.

Still, starting from the beginning when he used to be far more advanced is annoying and boring. This body wasn’t suited for his old style of training. He needed patience.

“Young Master.”

The greeting came from the entry to the garden, or what is now Leko’s private training ground. Leko glanced at the man who stood there holding a glass with a light green liquid. He straightened from his squatting position and turned to Faier with a raised brow.

“Young Master, this is the head chef Tor. He will be training you in poisons.”

Humming in confirmation, Leko nodded to the man in greeting. Tor walked over and handed Leko the glass, who frowned at it. Leko sniffed at the rim. Apple, but there was another scent mingled in, one he didn’t recognize.

“Poison,” Tor said when Leko looked at him.

Kurio frowned, his gaze narrowed at the glass. Leko swirled the drink before shrugging and chugging it down. He was quite thirsty.

“Young Master!” Faier called out, her wide eyes on the now empty glass.

Leko waved her worries away. The taste was refreshing, but not as sweet as Leko liked.

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-you have been poisoned-

-Jaika is awake-

Leko snorted.

-Jaika wants to curse the bastard who poisoned her hunter-

“Best to build up a resistance to poison if you’re going to work with it.”

Kurio and Faier stared at him. Kurio’s eyes soon shifted and narrowed on Tor who started walking away.

-Jaika is cursing her Hunter for poisoning himself-

“Oi, where are the lessons going to be?” Leko called out to the man.

“I am a chef.”

Snorting at the answer, Leko nodded. What a weird bastard.

“Come on, Kurio, let's finish up.”

He ignored the slight churning of his stomach with ease.

The clanging of utensils echoed through the silent room as the family ate. Leko wasn’t feeling much up to ingesting anything. He wiped his sweaty hand on a napkin. Leko picked up a spoon and brought a small amount of the creamy mushroom soup to his lips. The slight piquant smell that tickled his nose let him know that Tor most likely made the food.

He hummed at the taste.

-you have been poisoned-

He finished the morning lessons and training. Kurio and Faier were attentive when they trained him, especially after Tor had stopped by. Leko ignored how fidgety Kurio got during the last thirty minutes of their training.

When Leko entered the kitchen, after sending Kurio and Faier away, Tor handed him a book and left him in the corner. Leko took it as his cue and sat down to read. The sound of Tor moving around and cooking became a pleasant background noise. Once his time was up Leko placed the book down, remembered the page he’d been on, and left. He was in need of a bath before breakfast with the family.

The atmosphere was stifling, but Leko ignored it and kept eating. He didn’t bother touching anything other than the soup. He’d be bringing it up later, anyway. This body was too weak. Leko will need a big and clean lunch to make up for it. He couldn’t be skipping meals. He'll have a snack when he’s at the bookkeepers. He’d bring that up too though, his body needed to adapt quick. If only rushing were possible, but Leko knew that wasn’t a good idea. He needed patience. How annoying.

“Leko, I expect you to join me for lunch today.”

Leko answered in confirmation of the Duke’s statement. He managed to finish a third of the soup before giving up and excusing himself from the table. He could feel the tension in the room break as he stepped out of the room.

Light chattering started in the previous silent room. The doors shut with a solid click behind Leko. The sounds cut off completely, and he relaxed his body.

“Tell Tor to remove all the food that’s poisoned and not to do it again when the rest of the family is there.”

If one of the kids or gods forbid Friar touched the food, the Duke would lose his shit. Leko understood the training. He didn’t mind it but he didn’t need to risk the family getting sick and the blame falling on him.

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