"HAHAHAHA! Good! Good!" Reynold shouted with laughter as he clapped loudly.
By now, Nick had stopped bleeding.
Sure, there were plenty of dried clots of blood all over his body, but he was no longer actively bleeding from anywhere.
"That should about do it!" Reynold shouted as he slowly approached Nick.
Nick felt nervous when Reynold was approaching him, but he just kept telling himself that the training was over.
After all, why else would Reynold slowly walk towards Nick like this?
Nevertheless, after being thrown around for who knew how long, Nick still felt nervous.
Since he now also had some time to calm down, Nick also looked around the arena.
Sure enough, all the debris had been thrown into the border of the arena.
The entire house had been destroyed and cleaned up.
'To think that Reynold did all of this by swinging me around,' Nick thought.
It was so bizarre.
Nick had once thought about destroying a house, but he had never thought about being the tool of someone that destroyed said house.
"Reynold, you taught me so much today," Nick said with a sigh as he realized how stark the difference between the start of today's training and now was.
In the beginning, Nick was getting injured by everything, but now, he felt comfortable being thrown around in any imaginable way.
If he were to fight someone more powerful than him, Nick would at least be able to recover from a powerful attack and continue running away.
If Nick were attacked by someone much stronger, it would be over as soon as the enemy managed to throw Nick to the ground, but with this training, such a throw might even become an opportunity for Nick.
After all, not everyone would expect Nick to suddenly flip in the air, which might result in them misjudging the trajectory of their target and crashing against a building or something.
That was an extremely important skill to have.
"It's what I do," Reynold shouted with a loud laugh.
Then, he turned to the arena and grandly gestured towards it. "Also, our arena is finally done! Next week, we can truly start training!"
"Next week? Oh, right!" Nick said, realizing that they only had two days of training this week.
Manela had four days, and Reynold had three days, but this week, he only had two due to Julian having taken one of them.
This meant that Nick would only see Reynold again in five days since he would spend the next four with Manela.
"How late is it?" Nick asked.
Reynold looked at something on his wrist.
When Nick had first seen this thing, he had been awestruck.
A clock for a wrist!
He hadn't even known that was possible!
"We are about done. We cleaned the house in two and a half hours," Reynold said with a grin.
"You threw me around for two and a half hours?" Nick asked.
Reynold just laughed loudly. "How else are you going to learn? You know, not everyone gets the opportunity to be flung around like this for hours on end."
Nick couldn't disagree.
"Anyway, I'm looking forward to our three days next week," Reynold said.
Nick nodded. "Thanks again."
"No problem, my boy," Reynold said as he slapped Nick's shoulder again.
The two of them gave their farewells and split up.
Nick went to buy some food, and for the evening, he decided to focus on getting reacquainted with his spears in the training area that Manela had shown him.
Nick's first week of training with his weapons was officially over, and he had learned a lot.
Next day, he met Manela at the training ground again.
After spending two days with Reynold, Manela didn't seem as big as before to Nick.
Manela nodded when she saw Nick. "Get warmed up. You know how," she ordered.
Nick nodded, jumped down the building, and used his spears to get to the five spots in the training field.
It took Nick just seven minutes while carrying all five of his spears.
When he arrived back on top of the building, Manela looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "You move differently," she commented.
"I do?" Nick repeated in surprise.
How was he moving differently?
"It's like you're no longer afraid of stumbling or falling over," Manela explained.
"Oh, yeah," Nick said with a nod. "My other teacher taught me yesterday."
"Yesterday?" Manela asked with furrowed brows. "I don't think that's something that can be taught in just a single day. Who's your teacher?"
"He's also a Veteran from Kugelblitz," Nick said.
Manela didn't show any reaction.
"It's a pretty big guy called Reynold. He's teaching me how to fight with my fist weapons," Nick said.
A light appeared in Manela's eyes. "Reynold? The loud one?"
"Yes, the loud one," Nick answered with a chuckle.
Manela nodded. "How did he teach you?" she asked, the suspicion in her voice replaced by curiosity.
Nick scratched the back of his head. "Reynold destroyed a house by throwing and swinging me."
Manela furrowed her brows in confusion and skepticism.
What did Nick mean by that?
Nick explained what had happened in more detail, and eventually, Manela could only accept that this was truly how Reynold had trained Nick.
Although, the more she thought about it, the more it started to make sense.
In a way, it was like Nick was fighting with his life on the line against someone far more powerful than him for over two hours.
After being thrown around that many times, even an idiot would learn how to avoid getting injured.
"It's good that Reynold is teaching you," Manela said. "He's one of the vice team leaders for us Veterans, you know that?"
Nick blinked a couple of times in surprise. "No, I don't."
"Well," Manela said, "we have around 40 Veterans in Kugelblitz, which are split into four teams with ten members each."
"One of the ten members of each team is a team leader, and every team leader has two vice team leaders. So, to break it down, there is one team leader, two vice team leaders, and seven normal Veterans in every team of Veterans in Kugelblitz."
"And Reynold is one of them."
'This means that Reynold is outstanding even for the standards of Kugelblitz!' Nick thought.
"What about you?" Nick asked.
