Chapter 5: Chapter 5

the very next day came. i am currently on our back yard waiting for my father to come and teach me how to wield a sword properly while my father is inside the house grabbing what he would need to teach me with, like a wooden sword and stuff like that. after waiting no more than two minutes i was able to see my father leave the house and come closer to me. than he hands me a wooden sword while saying "Using your dominant hand, grip the handle of the sword just below the hilt or guard. With your other hand, hold the pommel of the sword, or just above it" and i do just that. "am i doing it right?" i say with a questionable tone "yes, you're doing good. now move your left leg a bit forward while bending the same knee" he says while doing a demonstration of his own 

i follow up by copying him perfectly "excellent, know swing your sword up and down until i tell you otherwise" he says "this will help you familiarize yourself with the sword" my father finishes saying. after swinging my sword for the one hundredth time my father finally told me to stop. i wasn't getting tired or anything its just that he seemed to have notice me get accustomed with my wooden sword. "good now that you familiarize yourself with the sword we will began with some practice bouts" he said while holding his own sword and with a perfect stance one without any flaws. i than take my own stance wich is the one i just learned and face him. "come at me and without fear!" he yells at me. i without waiting a second after his scream ruch at him swinging my wooden sword vertically wich he dodges to the right with minimal movement and a speed i could barely follow.

my father does a side swing aiming for my right side, but i interject his strike by moving my sword to my left hand than blocking his strike using both my right hand and the wooden sword wich i move in front of it. "argh!" i screame while being sent flying with that one strike. damn i can barely feel my right arm and i almost dropped my sword with my left hand. just how strong is he!, i then got up against all the pain that my injured body is going through and than readied my self once again for the next confrontation. i held my wooden sword in the same stance i was when we first started our duel, but this time I'll wait for him to make the first move. i walked all around my father waiting for him to make any sudden movement. my father ruched at me this time with a speed i was able to follow and than did his own vertical swing. i backed of just enough that his strike wont hit me than ran towards him with all my might aiming at his right side

GRAY'S POV 

what amazing talent my son has. not only is he able to keep up with me somewhat, but he is also blocking my hits and counter attacking as well. if he was like any other normal kid his age he would have either fallen unconscious or would have been railing in pain with the first hit i made. he came towards me aiming at my right side with an unrefined but dangerous attack. i use my wooden sword to block his attack than i kick him on his chest sending him rolling a few feet backwards. "what!? That's not fair, using your leg instead of your sword!" he screams at me in pain while rubbing his chest. "anything goes when it comes to combat" i say with a stern tone "after all you're not going to start crying when an enemy does the same thing are you?" i finish saying while helping him get up and checking if the hit i did on him was any serious. 

"tch! fine, but do know that i won't be playing fair either" he tells me with a serious tone. "i expect nothing more" i give my own reply while at the same time running at him once again for our third confrontation of the day. after a few hour's since we started my son is barely able to keep himself standing holding his sword while shaking in what looks to be pain. he was not only able to block and dodge most of my strikes, but he was also able to somehow hit me once wich shows his amazing talent. "you have had enough training for today go to your mother she will be able to heal any wounds you may have" i tell him knowing that my wife will be furious later after seeing him like that.

SAMANTHA'S POV

i am currently preparing dinner so that when those two are drained after their training section there could be food ready for them to eat. i than hear low footsteps heading my way so i turn around expecting my cute adorable baby boy. "thud!" the knife that i was holding fell to ground penetrating it while making a thud sound. my cute bundle of joy is in a state that if someone so happened to come across and see him they would think he came from the front lines of a major war. his clothes are torned to shred, his face and hair are covered in mud and is that blood i see on his hands!? "what happened to you!?" i tell him with a worried and petrified face "hahah, it seems that training was a bit intense" he tells me while laughing and shaking the back of his head. 

"a bit!!! you look like you were fighting a pack of wolfs!" i said while running up to him and gathering mana on both my hands for a healing spell. i place both my hands on his chest reading myself to heal him, but i stop myself because I so happen to see an unnatural wave of mana moving all across his body targeting and healing any injuries his body may have had. not only did his body suck my own mana from my hands, but it also gathered mana from all around the living room to quicken his what seems to be unnatural healing process. "thanks mom! i feel so much better now" he says getting me out of the state of shock. he doesn't seem to know what happened, i myself don't know what happened. 

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