A Gorgeous White || bts_taegi_fanfic ||

❄️ || Chapter 15 ||A Third Master Finds A Second Rat ❄️

|| Chapter 15 ||A Third Master Finds A Second Rat

Beads of sweat rolled down on Yoongi's exhausted face as his chest rapidly lowers and rises. His lips parted and his lungs struggling to catch his breath. A ten-kilometer run around the whole training field, six-hour muscle strengthening for his arms and legs, and a number of different strenuous training methods. Yoongi was absolutely certain that this type of training does not fit with his physique at all. His hands were faintly trembling, clutched on his knees. If it weren't for him possessing a mana core, he was sure he wouldn't last any longer than an hour. His situation was truly laughable.

The brawn captain knew that the boy was certainly not keen on strength but his speed and agility were definitely improving. Striding in front of the boy who wearily glanced at him, he came down to Yoongi's level and spoke "Is your determination wavering? Just say the word, young master".

Yoongi's fingers clenched tighter on his knees with a strength unknown to him. He was neither offended nor furious about the captain's words instead an amused laugh escaped from his mouth, loud enough for the two of them to hear. "What's next, Captain?"

Standing erect with his large hands settled on his waist, Sir Namjoon gave out an unrestrained laugh. He was truly pleased with the youth's unexpected reply and fascinated by his pure determined look. It seems that he certainly wasn't jesting about his words. Of course, the first day of the week had just started. This was just the beginning of the training, like a warm-up for amateurs.

Grinning, the captain's smiling eyes gaze at the third young master with a delighted glare. "Two more laps!".

Yoongi's body didn't even stagger as he moved forward. The weights stuck from his calves to his ankles like a curse as he took every step. His expression was neutral as he endured the creak of his bones and the feel of his muscles harden. Henceforth, he decided to eat as much as his stomach can take and intake as many nutrients as he can. There was no need to rush. If he desires to be strong, he needed as much time as possible. He already knew that gaining strength isn't as easy as saying it. Moreover, it was great to do something for a change.

Back in his previous life, he had almost spent all his time shut inside his room as if he was allergic to the sun. This time, he was willing to spend every day outside, training to be a person stronger than he was before.

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Every day by the crack of dawn a solitary figure could be seen running around the estate and accompanied by a small white fox. Night Guards would catch Yoongi's frame as he jogged with controlled breaths and his legs continuously moving as he ran on the gravel paved ground. Even servants would be startled by the sight of the third young master engaging in such a tiresome routine. Before the bell tower would signal for the first mealtime of the day Yoongi had already washed and eaten as he strode out of the manor to train with the captain.

Yoongi was a fast learner. His movements were a bit sluggish but in time they became sharper and more precise. Captain Namjoon became more and more inclined to train Yoongi to his limits. The youth's strength became really apparent as their training got fiercer. When three weeks had passed, Under his father's orders, Jaebum worriedly came to visit Yoongi's training only to be astounded by his youngest brother's advancement. A single kick broke a huge tree as thick as the pillars of the Elven Temples in half mercilessly. The white-headed youth cursed loudly at himself. He had unconsciously layered his body with mana, enhancing its strength into a whole new level.

Every night, he would cultivate his mana and soul and followed the voice's guide to nurture his body and mind. Easing himself, he began to decrease the amount of strength in his body to naturally train without the use of mana. Yoongi was unaware of his elder brother who showered him with praise the moment he entered his father's office.