The whip started to land where it was intended to as he aimed at different parts of the dummies. The chest , neck ,legs ,hands and the marked lines the system had added to the dummies as he progress at his request.
It wasn't really perfect but he could feel his control getting better and better as he strikes.
Sweat dropped down his jaw and socked his back as he set his feet for another strike. His hands had started to ache but he'd gotten used to the occasion pain.
He swung in a short arc guiding the length over his shoulder and letting the whip follow the motion instead of trying to guide it by force.
Crack!
It hit the target right on the chest leaving an indent on the dummy.
" Finally getting the hang of it," he said with a happy smile.
Through all this he had only used pure physical strength. He had to learn the whip personally before he could even try to use skills with it.
( Weapon proficiency 10%)
The system notification poped up Infront of after the strike. He smiled despairing the. After all that training he'd only nicked a small bud but he was still happy since he'd been moving on instinct during his previous fights.
Right now at least he had a strategy to guide him during the fights. He was still considered bad by the system but he could pay himself on the back for this little improvement despite the system stepping on the little confidence he had built.
He summoned the whip back as it coiled into his arm settling into the tattoo. He sighed , as the satisfaction of learning of learning weapons weight,balance and timing despite using no magic, skill or the connection washed over him.
Tomorrow he'd be better and the days after he would be dangerous.
...
Alaric was woken up by his phone vibrating next him. He stretched his hand to pick it up patting the bed as he searched for it.
He groggily opened his eyes and looked at the notification. It was the message from the important client that had sent him a message that day. He clicked on it.
There has been a rescheduling, I'll send a car to pick you up in three hours.
He looked at the timethe message had been sent. It was two hours ago, probably the time he was in the system training. He looked at the time only three hours had passed since the awakeners left and it was almost midnight.
He jumped out of bed fast as he ran to the bathroom to take a shower. From the tone it seemed they didn't care if he was ready or not .
Forty minutes later he was done and fully dressed. He let his hair to flow freely since it would be released anyway during.
He looked at his outfit Infront of the mirror to see if there was any problem. He was wearing a black satin that caught the light every time he moved . He had left the top two buttons Opened revealing a small part of his collar bone and a peak of his chest. It was a subtle game of seduction seeing only just a piece of the pie before you could eat fully.
It was a taste for the eyes. His pants were slim fit charcoal black that looked like they had been made just for him.
On his wrist was a thin silver bracelet one of mama Martha's that they had found and each of them took one. It always glinted whenever the light hit it.
He sprayed on himself a soft perfume given that he bought on his shopping spree at the mall. It was a mixture of sandalwood and black amber a smell ment to relax the nerves. He'd only applied a small amount not overpowering.
He smiled his profession smile at the reflection and left with fifteen minutes under remaining.
When he arrived at the lobby he found only the lingering customers and the security guards Bethany had hired that day after a reporter tried to sneak in.
When he passed him Alaric nodded and the man nodded back. He saw the black luxury car waiting Infront of the building.
A man got out of the car and opened. After Alaric sat down and settled, the man shut the door and the car started. Alaric watched as they left the red district and into the shining city, he wasn't sure where he was even going but Money calls.
Alaric watched on as they drove up a small hill. He could see huge villas lined up at the top of the hill. This was probably where the rich rich lived. There were only ten houses on the hill from where he could see.
" Could you tell me where this is?" He asked the driver who had been quite the entire time.
" Breeze hills," he answered then went back to concentrating on the road. A gate was now visible as they continued up the hill.
He quickly took out his phone and searched Breeze hills. The place was one of the few luxury homes that money couldn't buy. You had to be throughly connect before you could even get a place there.
The gate opened on it's own just as the car came near. From the side he could see guards moving around and from their aura he knew they were awakeners.
The car drove in and entered the community. Alaric looked at the place in surprise.
The hilltop community rose above the capital like a world of it's own. From the car Alaric could see the capital in almost all it's glory. The place felt like the pinnacle of wealth.
Ten villas lined the slip in descent as they went up the slightly titled top. The house didn't look affected by the slop and the hill was mostly flattened. Alaric felt like the slop was mainly for aesthetic purpose.
The villas weren't built the same each of the houses were designed differently probably custom made by their owners.
Alaric had never felt more poor than now.
The car went up the winding paved road until they came to a stop Infront of a blue painted house. The smaller gate beeped and opened. The car drove in.
The driver came out of the car and opened the door for Alaric to get out. He stepped out of the car and breathed an air of relief.
The air was cleaner and cooler up there. The noise of the capital that he was used to was not there only the distance hum of traffic drifting faintly on the wind.
It was really the kind of place where power lived , secluded, expensive and watching the world from above.
" Please," a man appeared Infront of him startling him. He nodded and followed secretly smoothing his clothes.
He sent a message to Bethany to tell her where he was and about the reschedule to prevent her from panicking .
He was led down a hall decorated with different paintings of monsters . Alaric could only guess they were probably different types of monsters from the dungeon.
" Wait here for the young lady," the man said pointing to the chair in the living room. The room was large and a floor to ceiling windows was overlooking the capital lights blinking from a distance.
He sat down quietly to wait for the young lady who had hacked his phone just to send a message. He could feel his nerves building as he started to study the living room.
There were a lot those paintings all around.
A faint noise came from his right, he turned to look to see a girl slowly opening the door and walked towards him. When their eyes met , she stopped abruptly then shook her head and walked to where he was.
She came and sat opposite him and started to play with her hands not talking to him. She would raise her head occasionally and observe him.
Alaric on the other hand was shamelessly looking at her observing her reactions and looks.
He notice that she was a goth girl from the moment she stepped into the room.
Her hair was long , ink black and slightly messy falling over her shoulder in a tangled mess. A few strands stack to her cheeks making her look innocent despite the black smudge eye liner and black lipstick on her lips.
Her skin was pale as and glowed a little from the light coming through the floor to ceiling window.
She wore a black hoodie with monster drawings on the floor and a black short. She had fishnet stockings underneath. He could see smudges of what looked like pain on her hoodie sleeves.
Her nails were painted a shed of midnight blue. A silver cross hing around her neck and it looked to fit her even more.
" Do you paint?" He asked starting the conversation.
She looked at him her eyes excited.