My Vampire Wives Want My Blood!-Chapter 84- Blood Technique (Part 2)

Chapter 84- Blood Technique (Part 2)

"Now, try to strike with your fist. But don’t use your arm. I want you to put all the momentum in your body and then channel it through your fist. That way, you can deliver a far stronger hit since you’re using every muscle in your body to do it."

Elio listened carefully to Fiona as she explained what he had to do. At the same time, she showed him exactly what to do. The boy was able to somewhat understand what she was trying to say, but it still didn’t sound easy at all.

"It requires a lot of body control and synchronized movement. However, I am certain you will be able to do it. Now try." Fiona said as she stepped back to give him some room to move.

The boy finally focused and took a deep breath as he put his full attention into the next move. He recalled what she said exactly and then tried to imagine how his body would move.

After drawing a rough image of it in his head, he finally locked his eyes ahead and then... 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

*Swish*

As fast as he could, he stepped forward and delivered a precise strike, as precisely as he could. It was shockingly fast, and it made a sound cutting through the air, but it was naturally far from the level of technique Fiona showed.

He was sluggish and slow, even filled with flaws. Elio slowly stood up and looked at Fiona.

"That is an impressive start, Elio. Your first try is better than normal, way better." She praised. "However, you hesitated."

"Hesitated?" Elio raised an eyebrow.

"Try again," Fiona said.

"..."

Elio didn’t understand what she said and simply decided to try again. Taking the same stance, or the closest to it he could remember, and then delivered a second strike. It was better than the first one, but not by much.

"Again, you hesitated. Try again." Fiona said.

Elio felt even more confused than before. What did she mean by hesitated? He was doing it as he thought it was. Raising an eyebrow, he took a stance and tried again.

Yet, she said the same thing.

"Try again."

*Swish*

"Try again."

*Swish*

"Again."

She kept telling him to try again and again and again. From a few times to dozens of times, and each time, she seemed completely dissatisfied. As if Elio had a glaring mistake. Yet, from what he can see, he was doing it better and better each time, and he was even noticing that improvement in real time.

His fist was delivering better strikes, and his movement was far more comfortable and elegant. Yet, it didn’t satisfy Fiona at all. This was the very first time Elio had seen her clearly criticizing his work.

’Hmm... What am I doing wrong?’ He eventually started asking himself that question. There was clearly a glaring flaw, so obvious that Fiona wasn’t explaining anything to him and clearly wanted him to figure it out himself.

One attempt after the other, and Elio was only getting more and more lost. ’Hesitating? What is it about me that makes her say that? Am I really hesitating?’

Elio was naturally a very hesitant person, so he didn’t feel like it was a completely unfounded criticism, but he still didn’t know why this specific action made her say that. He was delivering a strike in the air; he wasn’t harming anyone or taking a major decision to hesitate.

Or that was what he thought. That was when Elio realized something subtle. He was doing something precisely wrong... Or to be more precise, he was looking at it all through the wrong lenses.

’I’m not delivering a strike in the air, and this isn’t just another small decision to make.’ He frowned. That was the problem! He should look at this training as him actually fighting.

He wasn’t punching the air; he was punching a potential target that wanted him dead. He was taking it lightly without even realizing it. Fiona wasn’t teaching him some fun tricks; she was teaching him how to survive and how to fight for his life in this cruel world.

That was the hesitation. That he didn’t put his all into each attack, like his life truly depended on that.

"Hm?"

Fiona noticed that Elio stopped and was thinking for a second. She watched him curiously, waiting for what he was going to do next. That was when she noticed it... A shift in his eyes.

Earlier, he was focused, but he didn’t seem... dangerous. He didn’t show that cold, menacing look.

Now, out of nowhere, his eyes changed. His dangerous aura leaked out slowly as he took a fighting stance again. This time, his entire presence was different. It was heavier and stronger.

"..." Fiona’s eyes flashed with a curious glint. ’Did he figure it out?’

Waiting anxiously, she watched as he took the stance. It wasn’t perfect but it was good enough. Then, he put his fist forward; it wasn’t perfect, but it was good enough.

Then, he suddenly moved.

*Swish*

His fist lashed out powerfully, delivering a precise strike with a gush of air following it. His attack wasn’t that much different than earlier technique-wise... But its weight was far heavier. It felt like it was a strike to kill and not merely a simple movement.

Fiona stared at Elio silently, her eyes quite surprised. Then, that surprise turned into a look of pride. As she expected of Elio, he was going to learn it on his own without her uttering a single word.

A sense of satisfaction filled her heart as she started clapping her hands.

"That is what I wanted to see." She said calmly. "Did you figure it out, Elio?"

"Mhm... I felt that. It was a lot different from what I was doing earlier."

"And what did you imagine to solve it?"

"I didn’t... I didn’t treat it as seriously as I should’ve. This strike is my weapon, and I’m learning it so I can kill. So, I need to put all my killing intent into every single one of these strikes." He said as he looked at Fiona with a blank expression. His words sounded way scarier than they should’ve.

Something about seeing the timid and shy Elio talk about killing so... devoid of emotions. It surprised Fiona a but but she shook her head quickly.

"That is precisely what it is. Hesitation is your inability to be merciless with your strike. To make sure you deliver a strong hit that would devastate your enemy. You cannot hesitate, and you cannot take it lightly. This is a life-or-death situation. Your intent should be focused within each strike you deliver." She said.

"I see..."

As cruel as it sounded, that was the truth. If he wanted to survive, then he had to be ruthless. The vampires and other beasts won’t hesitate to do the same and try to kill him.

"Now, let’s start again." She said. "This time, you will be honing the technique into perfection, understood?"

"Understood!"

With that new mindset, Elio began training again, and his approach was far different this time. He was going to perfect this technique.

***

Several hours passed rather quickly. During which, Elio continued to train relentlessly. Doing the same technique again and again and again, hundreds or even thousands of times. Each attempt reduced the flaws and increased the mastery.

Elio’s sponge-like mind absorbed the changes rapidly and implemented them. With Fiona’s help, he was able to boost that learning speed even more as she kept pointing him in the right direction so he could learn.

Soon enough, his strikes started looking more and more dangerous. His fists that were merely weak a week ago were now as strong as steel, punching with enough force to knock a normal person out with ease.

Elio felt so euphoric seeing how he was improving. Fiona’s compliments and good guidance only increased that feeling. He was learning fast, and he knew it.

Eventually, however, the training came to an end as Elio dropped to the ground completely spent. Even though this wasn’t a particularly intense training, it still required immense focus and technique, something that exhausts the body in a different way.

"That was good," Fiona said. "You were able to improve a lot on the first day. There is still a lot of time before the test, so your goal is to master all the movements within that period of time."

"Y-Yes ma’am..."

"You can go rest now. I will be the one making dinner this time."

Elio nodded as he finally stood up and dragged his exhausted body out of the gym. Fiona watched him silently.

’His learning speed is perhaps the most ridiculous part about his talent, not even the amount of Blood Energy he possesses. He is able to understand almost all concepts at an alarming rate without much guidance.’

Her mind slowly wandered back to the conversation she had with his grandmother a while ago.

Elio’s origin was still very much a mystery, and perhaps learning who his parents were would unravel that mystery. What was certain for Fiona was that Elio’s talent wasn’t a coincidence. Something about him told her that she should expect something far, far deeper.

A rabbit hole that she was willingly ready to dive into.