The next day, Terrmomix's training began.
Terrmomix and his master stepped out into the front yard of the cabin.
"Listen, Terrmomix. There's something you must know before applying to the academy," Son said. "There are things called Techniques. They're abilities that will help you in battle, and you'll need to perfect them before you can use them."
Terrmomix nodded, paying full attention to every word.
"Techniques aren't only for attacking," Son continued with a gentle smile. "You'll also need them for defense. To even apply to the academy, you must learn at least one."
"And… how do I learn one?" Terrmomix asked, excited and curious. "How do I know which one to pick? What kinds of Techniques exist?"
Son smiled calmly and replied,
"I'll explain everything, Terrmomix. Listen closely. Techniques are based on different elements. The most common and easiest to learn are Water, Fire, Earth, and Wind. You can choose one of those, or even something different. It all depends on which one you adapt to best."
Terrmomix listened carefully, understanding how important this was for reaching his goal.
"Techniques are usually used through special weapons—like katanas or other types of weapons. It depends on what the user feels most comfortable with," Son explained. "But before choosing your Technique, you must strengthen your body. Techniques require a strong, almost superhuman physique."
"Alright. I'm ready," Terrmomix said with determination.
They began training—sword practice, physical exercises, speed drills, and endurance training. While sparring lightly with Son, Terrmomix asked:
"Master… can your other students already use Techniques?"
Son stopped and answered honestly,
"Out of the five students I have, not counting you, only one has managed to master a Technique. His name is Marco, and his Technique is Flames. He's an incredible kid."
Terrmomix's eyes widened in awe.
"Wow… he must be amazing. I want to be strong like that too. I want to master a Technique!"
"And you will," Son said with a warm, fatherly tone that soothed Terrmomix. "I believe in all my students. I'll help you with whatever you need."
"Then let's keep going," Son said as he took his stance again.
Terrmomix and his master resumed training while Vexana and Roberta watched from the doorway of the house.
After a few hours, Son turned toward the forest and saw his five students approaching.
Terrmomix was amazed—five kids around his age stood before him.
"Students, it's good to see you again," Son said, smiling.
"Master… who is he?" Marco asked curiously.
"This is Terrmomix," Son said proudly. "Students, he is your new training partner."
The group approached and greeted Terrmomix kindly.
"I hope we can get along," Terrmomix said.
After everyone introduced themselves, Son spoke with renewed energy:
"Now that all my students are together, we can train as a group. So get ready!"
"YES!" they all shouted, determined to grow stronger together.