Training With Rad

It was morning and Chayil was struggling to walk as he exited his room.

"Oh, you're awake, son. You had quite a long sleep," Rad said while seated at the dining table. " Come, let's have lunch."

Esmar quickly assisted Chayil to his seat.

"How did the conversation with the elders go, Dad?" Chayil asked.

"Yes, we've asked for help, and now we're just waiting for their responses."

"Maybe in a couple of days, I'll be better, and we can hunt down that Alpha," Chayil suggested.

Upon hearing him, Esmar quickly smacked him on the head. 

"Ouch! What's that for, Mom?" Chayil said as he rubbed his head.

Esmar became angry and retorted, "Look at yourself! You're struggling to walk, and yet you still want to fight!" Then she gave Rad a sharp look. 

"Why me again?" Rad commented. "I didn't say anything, did I?"

Rad wanted to mention the healer who would be arriving later, but he didn't get the chance.

Later in the afternoon, the healer, a young boy accompanied by a man on horseback from another village, arrived. Upon removing the bandages, the healing of Chayil's wounds began.

'It's warm,' Chayil muttered. After a while, his deep wounds started closing, but they were not completely healing.

"Sorry, my Mana has its limits," the healer said.

"No problem! What matters is that my son's wounds are closed now," Rad replied.

Chayil attempted to stand up and move his body. "It really works! Thanks," he remarked.

Days passed and night fell. One night, while Chayil was about to sleep, he remembered the struggle against the wolves.

Realizing they weren't even Beta Wolves and he already took a lot of damage, he felt extremely weak.

But he didn't let it discourage him; instead, he took it as a challenge and he became excited for his new journey ahead.

Two weeks later… 

In a spacious area, two people faced each other for training.

"You're not going to use any weapon?" Rad asked.

Chayil nodded firmly. "I'll stick to using my bare hands," he declared.

Rad smirked in response, assuming a defensive stance, ready to spar with Chayil. 

"Come, charge at me," he challenged, prepared to engage in a practice bout to assess his progress and skill.

Chayil observed Rad, and he pondered, 'I can't find an opening for him.' Still, he charged forward, delivering numerous left jabs while he was circling Rad to assess him and create an opening.

But before his punch could connect, Rad's hand intercepted it with a swift tap, redirecting its trajectory downward.

Meanwhile, Chayil swiftly dashed to the right as Rad blinked and aimed a powerful right hook at Rad's abdomen.

However, Rad quickly intercepted the blow, blocking it with both hands and shifting his stance slightly. As Rad observed Chayil, he noticed what he was trying to do. "You won't get an opening if that's all you're going to do," he teased him.

However, deep inside he was impressed by Chayil's skills. 'Wow, this boy knows how to fight. As I blinked, he used that opportunity to attack me,' Rad thought to himself.

Chayil dashed and feinted a right high kick, causing Rad to instinctively raise his guard to defend himself against it. With Rad's focus momentarily diverted, Chayil swiftly transitions into a lightning-fast right low kick, targeting Rad's left lead leg.. 

The low kick landed with a thud and his balance was momentarily disrupted. 'It's quite painful, feels like being whipped,' he grunted as he tried to balance himself again. 

Seizing the advantage, Chayil followed up with a rapid combination of punches.

When he saw Chayil's follow-up attacks, Rad shifted his weight to his left side, raising both his arms to block the incoming punches aimed at his head. With swift movements, he was able to deflect each punch, absorbing the impact with his forearm and shoulder, minimizing the damage.

As Chayil continued his assault, he created an opening in Rad's stomach.'I've got you now!' he shouted inside his head. Then he transitioned swiftly from punches to knee strikes and aimed it at Rad's stomach.

However, Rad adapts his defense accordingly. With his left arm now guarding his midsection, Rad braces himself for the incoming knee strikes, and he was able to intercept and block Chayil's knee. Rad successfully blocked all of Chayil's attacks. 

"What?" Chayil exclaimed. He then moved backward to stop. "How did you read all my movements?"

"Your fighting style is unique, son," Rad remarked.

"Even though it's new to you, you managed to block all of them, Dad," Chayil replied.

"You're just lacking in power. You need to improve your strength so that even if someone blocks, they'll still feel the force." Rad then changed his stance to a fighting mode. "Now we will move to the next level. I'm going to fight back now," he declared.

Chayil nodded and muttered, ' That's even better. I can fight now using one hundred percent of my skill.'

Once again, the two of them engaged in their movements, assessing each other's actions.

Then Rad charges first, his left fist propelled forward like a speeding bullet, aiming directly at Chayil's head. The strong force behind his punch is palpable.

Chayil, sensing the danger, reacts with lightning reflexes. With a leap to his left, he narrowly evades Rad's incoming strike, his feet barely grazing the ground.

But Rad's punch, thrown with such velocity and force, carried him forward even as Chayil dodged. With a resounding thud, Rad's fist smashes into the pavement below, sending cracks and shockwaves reverberating through the ground.

"What a force! I've never seen strength like this!" Chayil's face lit up with delight as he continued fighting against Rad.

After Rad punched the ground, causing debris to lift, he swiftly caught some with his right hand and hurled them towards Chayil. 

Reacting quickly, Chayil tried to cover his head, but Rad seized the opportunity. With swift movements, Rad dashed straight towards Chayil, delivering a powerful left straight punch at him.