Kami no gyakuten:The yamato hero-Chapter 15: Endurance and Recovery

Quinn dropped to one knee before Jun, his head lowered in deep respect. His breathing was steady, but his heart pounded with anticipation. "Please, train me," he said, his voice unwavering despite the weight of his request.

Jun, standing tall with his usual air of quiet dominance, observed Quinn with a smirk, his piercing gaze scanning the young man before him. "Interesting," he mused. "You bow so easily... Do you even understand what it means to be my student?"

Quinn clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "I want to be stronger. I want to control my emotions, not be controlled by them." His voice carried a mixture of desperation and determination, the weight of his past failures pressing against him like an unseen force.

Jun chuckled, shaking his head. "Power without control is destruction. Control without power is weakness. Let's see where you stand."

With a flick of his wrist, Jun gestured for Quinn to rise. The moment he did, Jun moved—his figure almost blurring as he struck with a sudden, precise attack. Quinn barely had time to react. Instinctively, he raised his arms to block, but the force of the blow sent him staggering backward.

"Too slow," Jun remarked, his tone void of emotion. "Your mind and body are not in sync. You react after I move, not before."

Quinn gritted his teeth, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. He had expected harsh training, but the reality of Jun's power was overwhelming. He steadied himself, forcing his feet to dig into the ground. "Then I'll move faster."

Jun's smirk widened. "Good answer."

Without warning, he struck again—this time even faster. Quinn barely managed to shift his weight, the wind from Jun's movement brushing past his face. A sharp pain burned across his shoulder where Jun's fingers had grazed him.

"You hesitate," Jun noted. "Hesitation is a death sentence."

Quinn exhaled sharply, forcing himself to focus. He couldn't afford to fail. Not now. Not when he had come this far.

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Jun took a step back, folding his arms. "Your foundation is weak. We'll start with the basics—until your body learns to move before your mind thinks."

Quinn nodded, sweat dripping down his face. The road ahead would be brutal, but he was ready.

And so, his training under Jun began—filled with pain, discipline, and the realization that true power wasn't just about strength. It was about control. Over his body, his emotions... and eventually, the battlefield.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a deep orange glow over the training ground, Quinn collapsed onto the ground, his body drenched in sweat. Every muscle ached, screaming in protest from the relentless drills Jun had put him through. His breath came in ragged gasps, his vision blurred from exhaustion.

Jun stood nearby, arms crossed, watching him with an unreadable expression. "That's enough for today," he finally said, his voice calm but firm. "Rest. Tomorrow will be worse."

Quinn forced himself to sit up, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I can still go on..." he muttered, though his body betrayed him, refusing to move.

Jun smirked, shaking his head. "You're not strong enough to push past your limits yet. If you collapse tomorrow, you'll be useless. Learn to balance your endurance and your recovery." He turned away, his voice carrying a finality that left no room for argument. "Get some sleep. You'll need it."

Quinn clenched his fists, frustration burning inside him. But deep down, he knew Jun was right. With a heavy sigh, he lay back on the cool ground, staring up at the night sky. The stars twinkled above, distant yet unwavering—just like his goal.

As exhaustion finally took over, Quinn closed his eyes. Tomorrow, he would rise again. And this time, he wouldn't fall.