Another great morning in the monster apocalypse
And what better way to start the day than kneeling over the toilet
"BLUERGHH" Adam was throwing up in the bathroom for a while
Nothing really came out except air, spit and a tiny bit of smoke.
Breaks of 5 minutes threw him back at the ground. And then back up again.
A cycle he was stuck in for like an hour.
Sometime later, when the break reached 15 minutes of 'peace'.
"..oooooohhhh brother.....finally" Adam went and tried to force something to eat, or drink at least.
Thankfully, he had the perfect anti-headache remedy at hand.
Pickle juice, straight out of the jar.
An hour later he finally ate 1 piece of ham on a sad piece of white bread.
But, then again. It was worth it.
Because when he went back to the bathroom to clean up his mess and the clothes he accidentally vomited on, he took a peek at himself in the mirror.
*Pheeeew*
"Dammnn" he whispererd at himself, while a grin slowly spread across his face and his reflection.
Adam started to pose, turn his head around and admire his new beautifully sculpted body.
The shoulders.
The abs.
The jaw.
It was perfect. Not too lean, not too bulky. Just *kisses* perfect.
"Cleanup can wait"
~15 minutes later ~
Adam finally cleaned the bathroom, but decided to start walking shirtless around the house for the time being.
Since the stomach ache was gone and he was still hungry, breakfast time. 6 eggs, bacon, coffee and a few sandwiches.
And then - training session time. with clothes on, since it was with others.
So run to the gym, train, sword train. Chat with the boys (mostly with Ben), and a jog back home.
For a change, train.
Again.
Rest a bit.
Train.
again.
Sleep.
Wake up, this time without passing out or throwing up.
Go for a walk.
Train.
Eat.
Train.
Rince repeat.
With the exception of one gate during that time.
It was a bit interesting this time.
Marcus welcomed him, standing with the new guys ( again ) explaining how this works.
6 new soldiers, surprisingly young each being less than 20 years old with armor being a bit too big.
As the more experienced five were casually drinking coffee, they had a nice talk about what they are about to experience.
Adam casually high-fived the commander and went to the shop too.
And when the 5 minutes notification came the strategy meeting begun.
"Alright....ummmm.... We will split on 2 mini squads, 3 new guys 3 old guys"
*Adam whispers too him a bit*
*Marcus angry whispers back a bit*
*Adam jabbed him in the stomach lightly and whispered back*
*Marcus clicked his tounge*
"Never mind. New plan! 11 of us will make a general double line, new guys back, old guys front. The dumb**s goes alone. And....we hope he comes back alive"
The new guys were visibly confused and looked at Adam with gapingly open jaws.
Adam waved at them with a smile
The veterans continued to sip coffee.
"Alright. Good luck everyone.Keep the new guys alive " Looking at Ben
Ben just thought 'Why me???'
And then the gate started. With the return of the big goblin, although smaller than last time.
Tactic? Simple. Adam annoys and kills a few, runs away. The main forces move in.
Chop chop chop, Adam kills the big one with some help. Done
Wave 2 again. same thing, same tactic.
And the gate is done.
Back to his place, and train again.
Those pages will not fill themselves.
Although after 3 days he "mastered" the forward thrust. At least the book thinks so, since the next technique appeared.
The binding parry.
[This move does not work as it is on its own, rather as a response to your enemy]
[So watch him closely before attempting this technique]
1. Await a thrust from your enemy
2. Lower your blade extending the tip forward while not straightening your arms
3. When the opponent`s blade crosses the tip of your sword do the next steps quickly as the technique needs both at the same time
4. Take step forward with the leg you had closer to the enemy while maintaining a low position to be able to take on the enemy`s strike
5. Move your blade into your opponents sword and move it onto your side and back, with your opponents blade.
'Cool. How the f**k do I do that' Adam realized the problem.
Its not that it was an actual technique instead of just a swing or just a thrust.
Not the fact that it was somewhat complex.
Nope.
The problem was incredibly simple
He lived alone. Trained alone. And did most of the things , alone.
Adam scratched his head.
'mmmmm'
'Oh well, I can at least try by myself'
And he did, imagining the enemy in front of him and faking his attacks.
Which probably looked hilarious , but well.
He was alone.
And he did not care how this might have looked.
Besides, even if the moves were hilarious, he was still looking god damn nice while making them.
Sweaty and muscular.
But again and again - there was no one to witness.
After the training alone, he went to sleep.
And to no ones surprised he trained again the next day.
and the next.
and the next.
With a small break for training sessions and occasional gates.
He only trained , ate, fought, and watched garbage in the television.