Blood God TechnoDad

Training

Techno awoke early the next morning and slipped out of bed. He tied his hair into a tight bun and gently shook Tubbo awake.

"Dad...? The sun hasn't risen... let me sleep..." Tubbo mumbled and rolled over.

"Don't you want to learn how to fight?" Techno laughed as Tubbo jolted awake and jumped out of bed getting ready.

Techno looked at his weapons while Tubbo changed. Deciding on a broadsword, he gave it to Tubbo as he grabbed his sword and bag.

Tubbo followed him out, moving closer to him as they entered the surrounding forest. He took Techno's hand as the older chuckled and he lost sight of the house in the morning fog.

"Where are we going?"

"To where I normally practice. It's in the woods so I can be alone," Techno said and stopped, setting down his bag.

Tubbo let go of his hand and looked around, his eyes landing on a chipped boulder, "So, do I hit the rock?"

"No, the goal is to not hit the rock. It's exercising control. But I want you to start running back and forth. You need to build endurance," Techno said as he unsheathed his sword.

Tubbo groaned, "But I can run anywhere, why does it have to be here?"

Techno smiled, "So I can make sure you don't slack off. Here, why don't we make a game out of this? At full speed, who can run the most laps?"

"It'll obviously be you."

Techno put his sword away and walked over, "Then every lap I do counts as a half. So if I do two laps, that's really one."

"I can agree to that," Tubbo smiled and they got into position.

Tubbo yielded first, sitting down and watching Techno run back and forth while he drank water. Techno joined him a couple of minutes later, his bun halfway undone.

"I told you that you'd win. How many?"

Techno flashed him a smile and took the water, "10 actual laps, 5 counted laps. You?"

"4 laps..." Tubbo sighed and Techno ruffled his hair.

"You'll get there one day. Now that the warm-ups are done, let's start actually practicing," Techno got up and helped Tubbo up.

"Wait... that was just the warm-up?"

"Yup. Now that you're tired, you're going to take your sword and try to get as close to the rock as possible. Every time you hit it, that's a lap and an extra chore," Techno held out the broadsword.

"Why an extra chore? I already have my own chores to do around the house," Tubbo huffed and took the sword.

"Because every time you damage it, I gotta pay for it. So this is your way to pay me for paying for the damages," Techno said as he walked over with his sword.

"That's stupid."

"It's two laps and two chores now."

"What!"

"Three and three."

"Ok! Ok! I'll accept," Tubbo said as he stood in front of the boulder.

"Good, because it wasn't an option," Techno stood next to him, "Move your feet in, your stance is too wide. Slightly bend your knees- Good. Move your right forward a bit- Keep your knees bent. Make sure your leading foot is pointed at your target."

Tubbo swung and stopped mid-swing, the sword thudding and bouncing off the rock. He looked at Techno, who slightly readjusted his stance.

"Like this, Tubs," Techno slowly shifted into position and let Tubbo look at him before he swung, stopping with a hairs distance between the two.

Tubbo nodded and quickly replicated the stance, swinging and hitting the boulder. He quickly regained his stance and tried again.

Techno watched him for a while, and gave him a smile when Tubbo finally did it, "Come get a drink of water, make sure not to throw out your shoulder too."

Tubbo nodded and moved over, giving Techno his sword while he drank.

Techno looked up at the sky, "It's about midday now. How about we head back and get some housework done?"

"Are we coming back out tomorrow?"

Techno chuckled, "You have school tomorrow. This can be a weekend thing, ok?"

"Can't you just pull me out of school? I'd learn a lot more with you than there," Tubbo said as he got up and followed Techno.

"I doubt it," Techno said as they arrived home. Setting down their stuff, Techno sent Tubbo to go tend to the garden while he changed. Coming back downstairs, he found an unopened letter on the table. With a sigh, he picked it up.

You are formally invited...