Corruption (SalemxMaleReader)

A Peculiar Visitor

A/N: Ey, bois and gurls. Ready for another chapter?

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She'll train him, she said. It'll be fun, she said. 

When Mama said she would prepare him for the future, he expected her to be gentle and slow. For the first few weeks, she was.

Books? He diligently read every book given to him, ranging from simple mathematics to biology to recent politics.

Physique? Mister Watts and Salem had prepared a diet plan for him to strictly follow along with an exercise routine. He needed to gain some mass. The training facility in the castle helped greatly in that aspect.

Combat tactics? He studied the past Vytal tournaments along with history's wars and pointed out maneuvers he could use and learn. He had yet to truly find a weapon for himself though. For now, he simply settled for a unique short saber imbued with magic.

But in actual combat, let alone dodging Mama's dangerously speeding projectiles aimed at him? The sore muscles in his arms and legs begged to differ. 

What was slow to her was way too fast for him.

He laid on the floor of the training hall, panting and gulping every bit of air he could breathe in. After somehow managing to dodge all the projectiles Mama had thrown at him with the surprising acrobatic skill he never knew he was capable of, she'd been impressed.

She cupped her chin in thought whilst Grimm tendrils floated behind her, carrying various debris and projectiles ready to shoot at a moment's notice.

"Your evasive skills are impressive if only your body was trained to handle such acrobatic maneuvers." Perhaps giving him a class on dancing might help with that. 

"Time, time-out, please," he gasped out desperately. He couldn't even wipe his sweat without his arms feeling really fatigued.

"Of course. You've earned your recess." 

Thank you, Oum!

Problem was, he was having a hard time getting up from the floor. That was until Salem gently helped him walk to a nearby bench and handed him a glass of cold water to drink.

"Don't sit just yet. Let your blood circulate."

He gulped down the whole glass in one swig. Goodness, the cold water coating his dry throat was such a godsend.

"Do you feel any lingering pain in your body?" She checked up on him, somewhat worried if she had pushed too far.

He smiled at the concern and shook his head. "Just feeling tired all over." 

 "Good," she nodded after appraising his body for a brief moment. She sat down on the bench and commented on his performance.