Chapter 15 - The Training Begins

Dante gulped outside of the dojo room. He had begged Yohan to give him private lessons in fear of meeting Leon during classes and getting knocked out. Okay, it's okay Dante. Let's just learn some punching skills. He thought to himself.

You won't survive this... That eerie voice came back and Dante shook it out. He had tried to communicate with the voice on multiple occasions but the only response he got was ominous laughter. Now he had given up on even trying to find out what it was.

He drank in the view of the dojo. It was really big with punching bags, weights and a single treadmill. Mirrors formed a wall at the back while the other walls were a pastel blue. Different dart boards an bullseyes lined the walls. Some were damaged and looked burnt, matching the tiled ceiling, which had even worse quality. Dante saw a man with brunette wolf cut hair bench pressing. The boy awkwardly coughed for his attention.