The sun begins to set and forest is getting darker. My hands shaking from what I'd done.
"So I killed them?" I asked looking down on the floor
"Yes you did, I saw everything." Draka said noticing my hands shake
He began to slow down his walk and looked down on my hand. "Kid you must acknowledge the fact that in this world, you have to do this. It's a eat or get eaten world here."
"Yeah, so are these guys normal?" Looking back at the ruined village
"They're cannibals, they're normal around these parts, they attack, loot, eat."
He continued walking then looks at my face with a stern serious face
"Thats why they're no longer even considered human anymore."
He then stops to a small campsite with an old tent, a small fireplace with a silver put over it. He looks back and looks at me his face looking more serious.
"Boy, do you really want to really want to survive this world?" He asked sitting on a mossy rock
"I have no other choice don't I?" I sit on the grass fiddling some sticks. Draka then says in a commanding voice,"Stand up."
I turn to him and stand slowly. "What do you want me to do?"
"Lift your blade."
"But I can't, it's too heavy." I say while looking at the blade
"If you say the sword is too heavy then how do survive this world boy?" He says
"Alright."
I try to lift the blade but my hands shake more. This blade is too too heavy. What gives!?
Draka looks and goes behind me. Holding my left hand.
"Dont just use your brute strength alone boy. Hold the blade at a 45° angle and lift it up gently, don't just use brute force to pick it up."
I follow his command and it actually does feel much easier to pick it up.
"Take one step back, and make the claymore point at a more angled position, shoulders firm,and don't grip the sword tightly."
"Okay." I follow his commands, for some reason I feel comfortable in this position, like my own body was made for it.
"I see."
"Now do 100 vertical swings boy." Draka says
"My name is Z-"
"I don't care boy, just do the swings." He says reaching something from his old bag
I begin swinging the claymore, my form sloppy and slow, even dropping the claymore sometimes
"1..2..3..4..5". My muscles already aching
Draka staring, inspecting evert single swing. "YOUR FORMS SLOPPY, REPEAT."
"My arm hurts!" I protest looking at Drakan.
"If you want to survive then listen to me, REPEAT.
I continue swinging the claymore, my veins popping. I look up to the sky and see the night sky, the stars gleaming.
"This place is be-." Before finishing my sentence Draka slaps the back of my head.
"Continue training boy. You're not resting until you do 100 perfect swings." He says, his voice sounds like thunder.
I grab the claymore tightly and swing again, and again and again. Losing count, its as if my own body is moving on its own.
My eyes wide not a single blink. Just swing the sword perfectly. Then....
"Stop." Drakan said grabbing my shoulder.
I blink once then look back, " did I do it?" I ask my voice dragged out and exhausted.
"You did 1000 perfect swings, I'm proud." He says, his voice more friendly.
".....Thank...you."
My vision blurry, dizzy even, then.... blank.