A World Full Of Yanderes - Chapter 11

“AGHHHHHH!!!”

I lifted my self up, screaming with my puny lungs and last bits of air to give myself determination. The second I got off the ground, I took in a large amount of air and breathed once again.

As soon as I had breathed, all the pressure had disappeared.

“Looks like you have the determination, and talent, to be worthy of me as a teacher. My name is Brock, and I will teach you how to utilize your body magic to its fullest potential, now, let us begin”

The training soon started after Master Brocks cruel test and straightforward introduction, he began by making me run until I passed out, then he would feed me a special potion that seemed to make all my lost energy return in copious amounts, and we would repeat the process again. After running for several hours, constantly passing out during those few hours, we began to do exercises such as push-ups, sit-ups and pull-ups.

Master Brock even brought out several dumbbells, some over 20 pounds, I only weigh 20 or so pounds! He got me to start lifting, one after the other, from curls to laterals, he got me to repeat all the exercises I knew, and many more.

Once we got past the 5-pound dumbbells, I had to use my body magic. Whenever I dropped the dumbbell or stopped doing reps, he would personally push against whatever direction I was lifting, making the weight much heavier, he would also promise to add more reps for every break or breather I took.

At one point I tried to resist by simply dropping the weights, instead of hitting me, or sitting on me, or doing some other form of illegal punishment. He stood there looking straight into my eyes.

“Are you sure you want to do this? Is this all it takes to break your spirit. Are you this weak.”

That bothered me, though I wanted a harem, it was a fresh goal in my mind, a simple dream. Not something like saving my sick mother, it was a selfish goal that would give me little drive. But the part about me being weak, I hated that, that gave me drive.

All my life, I was never special, never loved, I was always weak. I hate it! Why? WHY!? I’LL SHOW YOU!!

I stood back up, once again, determination running as my only fuel, and began the reps once again, if my body runs out of energy, I will use my magic, if my magic runs out of mana, I will use my determination, if my determination runs out, I WILL JUST FIND MORE!

I WON’T BE WEAK AGAIN!! NOT IN THIS LIFE!! NEVER AGAIN!!!!

Seconds turned into minutes, and those turned into hours, before I knew it, it was the middle of the night, at that point I couldn’t move my body an inch. After the teacher fed me another type of potion, I fell asleep instantly.

I woke up the next day, once again in a soft embrace, however, I couldn’t enjoy Adriannas embrace due to the constant pain I felt covering every inch of my body.

After another usual morning routine, Adrianna brought me to my next instructor. She led me to a small cabin in another one of the castle’s courtyards, though it looked old, you could tell it was built extremely recently just from the fact, that there wasn’t a scratch across the entire building, after entering, I saw very little details inside, two mats covered the floor of the room, and two bouls sat beside each mat, they both contained some sort of green mush. Besides these few items, it was completely empty.

However, seated on one of the mats, was a skinny old tanned man, his ears were extremely droopy, and he had a long white beard that went down to his protruding ribs. Though he looked extremely frail, he had a dangerous aura around him, it was eerie, yet calming.

“Hello student, I am Guru Pathik, I will teach you how to control, and increase your mana pool until it has reached your capacity. Please take a seat.” The man introduced himself without even opening his eyes, he just continued to meditate as if everything else was unimportant.

I quietly took a seat on the mat across from him and copied his posture to the best of my abilities.

“I will now teach you the breathing technique to increase your mana, remember to feel it running through your body, it is a part of you, just like any other body part.”

I then begin to feel an influx of knowledge enter my head, it was a special way to breathe, and while you breathe through this technique, you can feel all parts of your body, every little detail, this includes your mana.

I began to breathe, in and out, I felt my body open up to me, instead of just living with it, I felt all of it, it was a breathtaking experience.

We sat there the rest of the day, simply breathing, meditating, feeling our mana flow, and attempting to expand it.

My body felt refreshed and improved at the end of the lesson with Guru Pathik, as if all the strain I had endured the day before meant nothing, the only unpleasant experience was that whenever we felt hungry I had to drink the disgusting green mush. Besides the taste, however, it was surprisingly filling.

Following the mana meditation class, the next day I met Michael in another castle courtyard, this one covered in different environments, from a sandy area to a muddy area, there was even a small jungle-covered with vines.

Master Micheal was a middle-aged man, maybe 30-45, he had a black goatee to match his hair colour, but it possessed a few white strands of hair, a symbol of his age, even with the old guy vibes he gave off, he was extremely handsome, it made me quite jealous, perfect body, skilled with the sword, handsome, this guy must have the dream life. He was extremely serious though, which made the mood a bit awkward.

He is the one who will teach me swordsmanship, though the strain on my body wasn’t as much compared to my classes with Master Brock, master Michael would hit me hard whenever I left an opening, which was a constant occurrence.

Even for a grown man, he would be badly bruised after this sword lesson, for me, I would likely be dead if it wasn’t for the endless supply of health potions Adrianna possed, but the fact that I kept getting bruised, then healed, made the pain unbearable.

Once my day of sword training came to an end, I could not feel my arms at all. Master Michael was a true sword fanatic, we only spoke about the sword all day, during lunch or the few break times I had to get water, he would only speak on my mistakes, it was an extremely serious class, but I learned a lot, and improved immensely.

On the fourth day of training, I met my final instructor in another courtyard, it seems this castle is overflowing with courtyards.

This one, however, was very regular, with a few benches to sit on, a small fountain in the distance, however, what was strange was a large number of cushions in one corner against the castle walls, as well as a huge bookshelf placed in the opposite corner to the cushions.

The man also had golden hair, similar to the royal family or Brock, but instead of brock, he was extremely sly looking, it was as if he worked as a loan shark, the type of man you would never want to associate with.

As he looked me up and down it seemed he could see through me, as if he knew everything about me from a glance.

“Names Angelo, I will teach you wind magic”

A short and sweet introduction, after I introduced myself, we began to talk.

Though he seemed quite sly, he was actually fairly friendly, master Angelo was apparently raised as a noble in the kingdom of Heclyae, having no talent in the sword however, he was a huge disgrace to his family, and he was cast away.

After working several “jobs” he found that he had a talent for wind magic, and he began his journey, from thief to assassin, he worked on all sorts of assignments, eventually becoming one of the most powerful wind mages alive. An extremely impressive man.

Though we only really did an introduction and talked for the first class, I learned a lot, including a large number of details that the books never cover about magic, and even my first spell, it was a simple wind magic spell.

I had to channel my mana into my hand, then imagine a specific image and then, conjure a bit of wind that would become whatever I had imagined.

Though currently, all I could do was make a little box or ball of wind. Master Angelo said it was a good way to get a feel for my wind magic, work on silent casting and improve my control, he also said it was a fantastic party trick or way to impress girls, following this statement he made a small wind dog appear on his hand, which then did a little skip on his hand, before running around my head, afterwards, the dog once again landed on Master Angelos palm, it showed me the beauty of magic.

After my day with Master Angelo, I went to bed with Adrianna again, waking up the next day in her embrace was surely something I would have to get used to for the next few months until I was old enough to sleep in a proper bed at least, and more importantly, sleep by myself.

Though it’s nice to sleep with Adrianna, it will become strange once I am 5 or 6 years old.

After waking up and heading to the courtyard once again where I first met Master Brock, we began to train, just like last time.

And following that schedule, 11 years passed.