Far Cry | JJK x OC

✔Chapter 24 // Training

The rain was incessantly pouring and Jungkook was panting while trying to hold his ground. He was covered in mud, raindrops were dripping from his hair and face and he could barely keep his eyes fully open.

Meanwhile, Aaden was on one knee on the floor a few feet away also breathing heavily. He had confirmed with his own eyes and fists that Jungkook's stances and reflexes were good and that his ribs weren't too much of a bother. Which had annoyed Jungkook, truthfully. He could have just asked instead of trying to land punch after punch on his rib cage. It fucking hurt, injury or not. But Aaden seemed happy and decided to move to the next stage of the training which Jungkook wouldn't complain about.

Now they were free-style fighting with empty hands. Jungkook had just dodged him, making Aaden lose his balance and fall with one knee on the ground. Jungkook had rolled in the mud, so he was now covered in it panting, waiting for Aaden to turn around.

Jungkook thought it would be a friendly fight, only for him to get the hang of it, so when Aaden started trying to land blows, he was surprised. At first, he barely escaped, using his reflexes to his advantage. Now he knew Aaden was taking it seriously and if his fist connected with his face, Jungkook's nose would break.

Having established that, he was uncertain about how to continue. How would he win without fighting back when most rules he was taught his whole life told him not to fight or reciprocate? That a good master didn't engage in a fight, didn't apply his knowledge to do bad things, even to bad people.

"You need to let go of all those thoughts in your head," Aaden said, getting up. He wiped some mud droplets mixed with rain from his brow and smiled cockily. "If you don't, you'll never release your full potential. And you'll never be able to hit me," he pointed at himself with both hands, showing himself openly.

"Why would I want to hit you?" Jungkook asked, raising his hands defensively.

Aaden sighed and shook his head, "Cause that is how you win, kid."

Jungkook frowned ever so slightly, their age wasn't that different, five years tops? He was just trying to be annoying.

After a moment of reflection, Aaden kept going. "You have it in you. I see it. This hunger to survive, to do good, to get things done. You have what it takes, you even have the technique already, the skill." He saw Somsak arriving through the corner of his eye but decided to keep going. "But you let your mind, your emotions, block you."

Somsak approached them, observing and listening quietly as he had done for the past five minutes from the jungle line.

Aaden turned to him, "Thank you for coming, Somsak."

"No problem."

"I have a meeting with the elders, so Somsak is going to teach you how to handle a machete in a fight."

Jungkook took a step back, lowering his arms and feeling weirdly exposed. "Is that really necessary?" In what melee combat was concerned, he was only used to using his fists. He had never used a blade or weapon before.

Aaden sighed again and turned to Somsak, who was observing Jungkook curiously, "Can you believe this guy? It's like he doesn't know where we are."

Somsak just nodded and said goodbye when Aaden left, running in the rain. Jungkook noticed that while he could barely keep his eyes open and felt weighted down by the weather conditions, Somsak was moving around like he couldn't feel anything at all, with ease. His short military hair had droplets of water on it as if his hair couldn't get drenched like Jungkook's was, and even his skin didn't look as gooey as Jungkook's did.

"Do you have your machete?" His tone was calm, contrasting with the deafening chaotic rain.

"Yeah, over there," he pointed at it, laying next to his backpack a few meters away covered from the rain.