As soon as the residues were expelled, Dante stood proudly among the pools, feeling no pain or weakness; neither seemed to affect him anymore.
The only thing that felt strange was his training: he was being bombarded with pain, with no time to rest. He had barely arrived in the village and was already greeted with training after training.
However, his body seemed not to care much, as if it were adapting to the excessive training, instead of becoming more exhausted.
His mind, still ignorant due to the lack of memory, had not corrupted his understanding of right and wrong, and he knew those trainings could kill him.
Even so, his mind did not seem intimidated by danger, almost like a robot, ready for anything, not limited by pain or mental weakness. He just kept going.
Still standing, thinking about this robotic characteristic of his, he was suddenly engulfed by a gust of wind that pushed him.
The force of air pressed against him, blocking his vision but not hurting him, just pushing him.
Dante could not see, but on the other side of the gust was Tyler, his master, looking at him with a face-to-face smile, using his aura variation.
Vush.
The aura suddenly disappeared, leaving only Tyler and Dante staring at each other.
— Liked it, brat? This is the power that only a second-level being can have, hahaha — said Tyler in his casual yet vigorous manner.
However, Dante noticed something strange; the old man seemed to be hiding something. When suddenly…
Bum!
A fist formed of wind collided with Dante's chest, pushing him backward and leaving him extremely confused and curious.
Before he could ask anything, countless similar attacks began advancing toward him.
Dante tried to punch one coming from his flank, but it dissipated before taking shape again and collided with his face.
A small drop of blood slowly trickled from his nose as the punches continued bombarding him.
— Damn, this is exactly what I just complained about… interrupted training, damn it, as if I were a puppet — Dante thought, slightly irritated.
The attacks seemed not to have murderous intent, but they still hurt and pushed him away from the pools.
And there was nothing he could do: if he dodged, the attacks accelerated; if he struck, they disappeared and returned even closer.
Using his foot skills, he tried to dodge while closing his arms to disperse the punches before they hit his head.
It seemed to have a slight effect, but the punches were infinite. What could he do? Dante asked himself as he tried to evade.
Left.
Right.
Dodge.
Jump.
Retreat.
Advance.
Under strain, a thought came to mind: attack the old man. His feet changed the direction of his body, allowing a wind punch to hit Tyler's back.
Then he advanced; his feet seemed to dance as his body covered meters as if it were a game.
The old man was about 5 to 6 meters away, and it took only 2 seconds to reach him.
His speed put him in front of Tyler. His body spun, and his leg rose violently toward the old man's head.
Boom!
His leg collided with Tyler's arm, creating a loud sound that quickly muffled, yet marked the true beginning of the fight — or the end.
Dante continued his assault. Even before his leg returned to the ground, his left hand advanced with precision toward Tyler's face.
He vanished in a cloud of dust.
Vush.
The sound of air revealed Tyler's position, deliberately, and Dante turned 90° to the left, delivering a straight kick to the old man's chest.
But he did not expect what came next: a massive hand of wind collided with his body, throwing him to the center of the training field.
And then, he heard Tyler's vigorous laugh — that damn laugh.
— Hahaha!