How To Train Your Endbringer の小説・ストーリー

Yes, they’re good, but it wouldn’t take much for the enemy to learn the style and combat it quickly. Delta Greg prided himself on making our training a combination of techniques, so we can evolve and adapt, keeping our opponents on their back feet. Edwardo had me doing the same, and I’m surprised more of these lot don’t. Maybe the lead trainer at the manor doesn’t adhere to the idea. ‘Or he doesn’t know it himself,’ Zanthe muses. She’s not impressed with the overall standard.

After the numerous beauty treatments, the training itself started. Elena dropped the teacup for the hundredth time as the trainer rapped the wooden table angrily. “Your pinky! Use the little finger!” The woman yelled in exasperation. Elena rolled her eyes but picked the cup back up, the exact way the woman had described. She went through training on how to walk, talk, smile, wave, dance, and even eat. “Is that the last one?” Elena asked tiredly as she dropped into a chair and took off the pair of heels they had made her wear.

I said with a smile, I'm weirdly happy because she didn't get the truck she tried to pull off, she thinks it's easy because she did it before, It took me years to master the such tricks, We asked Mia and Akoni to keep and eye on our pups while we went to train, I invoked my black mist to teleport us back to my room to keep our secret training ground a secret, When we got there I walked up to bookshelf and pulled the book at opened the passage in my closet, We entered and made our way down the spiral stairs to the training centre. “Alright, the first thing you need to know is that you must be calm first.” I began, “Now close your eyes and imagine flames coming out of your hands,” I said to he

Heat climbs straight into my face as I realize he is looking at the outline of my nipples, hard and visible through my shirt. “Goddess,” I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest. “You really love tormenting me, don’t you?” Damon’s mouth twitches. “That was technically training,” he says lazily, his gaze coming back up to meet mine. I narrow my eyes. “What kind of training is that supposed to be?” “Endurance,” he says immediately. “You have to survive it without wanting more.” I scowl. Deeply. “You’re abusing your position as my trainer.”

I took hold of his arm and moved to one of the room corners, I asked him to kneel, he looked up at me with confusion, I repeated my order, and this time he does. "Hands above you're head," I say in the same firm voice, I set a five minutes timer and leave the room, I went to get him a sippy cup with warm milk, I even sat few cookies on the counter ready for him. I came back in the room just before the timer went off, he was still in place but I could hear some sniffles coming from his side. Although it broke my heart to punish him but he has to learn a lesson. "Times up. You can come out kitten" I tell him and he runs toward me crying.

“But they also expose fractures.” “I’m not fractured,” I said sharply. Her gaze softened slightly. “No,” she agreed. “But you are carrying more than one person should.” Silence fell between us. “What kind of training?” I asked finally. “Endurance,” she replied immediately. “Shifting drills. Controlled aggression release.” I leaned back slowly. “You’re asking me to push past comfort.” “I’m asking you to rebuild trust between you and your wolf,” she said. “And if she resists?” I asked quietly.

“But that’s my job! I walk first!” Alex chuckled. “You’ll always be the first, Bean.” Elian crossed his arms dramatically. “Then I teach Aran. He’s next.” And just like that, our toddler turned into a miniature coach. --- The rest of the morning was chaos disguised as training. Elian crouched beside Aran, demonstrating “how to move legs.” “See, baby,” he said seriously, “you go like this. Left, right, left, right. Not fall. Okay?”

"Uncontrolled manifestation is how wolves hurt people they care about. How they lose themselves to their animal. You need training, Elena. Real training. Before this power destroys you or everyone around you." "Katrina offered training—" "Katrina wants to use you as a weapon." He cut me off. "I am offering to help you survive long enough to choose what you become. There is a difference." "What kind of training?" "The kind that teaches control before power. That builds discipline before strength. That ensures when you fully manifest as Silvermoon, you are still Elena Reeves. Still yourself. Not just a weapon for whoever can point you in the right direction." I looked at my hands again. At the

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

And so easy to talk to. "Well, your out of control days are over. It's time you grow as a vampire." I nodded. We started to train in different areas and how I should be more in control. "Alright, it's along way but let's try one more and then we're done for today." He told me. He stood behind me and then he lowered his face to my ear and said, "Close your eyes. Whenever you're about to lose your shit, go to a happy place. The best memory you have."