How To Train Your Endbringer Novels & Stories

“Your mind is the foundation of every skill you’ll need. Without focus, all the agility and reflex in the world won’t matter.” Ben, leaning against a nearby tree, grinned. “And that’s where I come in. I make sure she doesn’t just stand there looking like a confused foal while you lecture.” Chelsea shot him a wry glance. “Someone has to keep her grounded. And that’s my job. You mostly provide comic relief.” Ben raised an eyebrow. “Hey, comic relief is essential for survival. You’ve clearly never had to face a dragon with nothing but sarcasm and charm.” Serenya chuckled nervously, shifting on her feet. “I… I don’t really know what to expect. How do I even start with mental training?”

Bliss He shook his head slowly. “You did too much right.” He stepped close, his voice low so only I can hear. “You’re moving like someone who’s fought before.” I didn’t want to believe that he was right. He studied me like I’m a living riddle he couldn’t afford to ignore. “You need a private trainer,” he said. “Someone who will teach you how to survive what’s waking inside you. I shifted uncomfortably. “And who exactly is qualified for that?”

The fire in his eyes that wasn’t there before. He meant it. For a second, I almost respected him. I leaned forward, voice low, cold. “You want me to train you? Fine. But I don’t train dogs to fetch. I train them to bite. You’ll bleed. You’ll break. And I won’t stop just because you cry.” His jaw set, tight. “Then break me.” A grin spread slow across my face. “Good. Training starts tomorrow.” The next morning, the house was quiet except for the sound of fists hitting flesh.

But I had a feeling of every hour of it. The actual training process was very simple. Marcus maintained a cool approach in which his tone was professional and free of any personal touch. He talked of breathing first, how power went round through the body and then it came out. He made me stand one flame unwaveringly on my palm twenty minutes without allowing it to eclipse and extinguish. "Control before force," he said. "Always." It had been more difficult than it sounded.

It resembles alot like Raphael's smile. "No, you need to build some muscle to gain strength. It's not about being a human or a dragon. A strong and trained human can beat an untrained dragon as well. It about strength and skill. I am trying to make you get used to holding that sword with ease. It should become an extended part of your arm. Not only a sword, you should everything you can to save yourself. Training is not only about attacking and defending. It's the end result that matters. Winning, is all that should matter. Especially in your case. Irina will not stop untill she realised that it's not easy to control you. You are not the same helpless girl whom she bullied in the past. You s

“Not with bricks. With focus.” I pull my hair into a loose tie and drop down to the dirt. “Every one of you, sit. Close your eyes. I’ll show you how.” Theron gives me a surprised look, but he doesn’t stop me. The others follow, forming uneven rows across the training ground. The sound of wind and shifting gravel fills the silence. “Start by listening,” I say, walking between them. “To your heartbeat. To the ground under you. To your own breath. Focus on it until nothing else feels real.”

My training is not just for myself, but for the safety and well-being of my mates and pack. But my training goes beyond the physical and tactical aspects of combat. I delve into the realm of strategy and warfare, studying the tactics of ancient warriors and military leaders. I learn to analyze the battlefield, to identify weaknesses and exploit them to my advantage. I become a master of deception, using misdirection and psychological warfare to confuse and disorient my enemies. As I continue to immerse myself in my training, I become a beacon of inspiration for my fellow warriors.

“You think he’ll let you? So you can tell everyone what he’s up to?” That gave the Elder pause for thought. “We will attempt the impossible,” he finally said. “Perhaps you can surprise us all. But I doubt it.” Wouldn’t have killed him to give it a bit of a more positive spin. So my training to become a level two mage began. Slowly. The Elder used the shame-based technique of training, where you constantly act horrified at how useless your student is. “What are those finger movements? Did he teach you that? He has arthritis, that isn’t even close to the correct configuration.”

Brack was trying to train the flight instinct out of me. "There's a time to run and there's a time to kill this motherfucker. That's what you're training for." I grumbled as Brack continued to pummel me with his tough-love techniques. I swam, ran, played racquetball, and picked myself up off the mat more times than I could count. Brack was rightwhen I fell into bed that night, I was too tired to think about what he did in the shower. I have no memory of him climbing in beside me.

Fennel nodded and said, “Yes. This is only part of the training behind the door. After you enter, you’ll come across a wide variety of talents. Some of them can control flames, some can control water, some can float in the air, some can control lightning, and some can teleport. These are all based on the potential that you stimulate, which is the energy and aura developed in your body. You’ll carry out different targeted training sessions.” Hiss! Philip was stunned. Control fire and water?