Eternal Damnation

Chapter 31: Cursed Collection

"Getting tired already?"

I caught Geto's punches and almost threw him around. He threw a few kicks in, but I just moved to dodge.

"Come on, don't let yourself get frustrated now. You're going to waste your cursed energy and cloud your judgment!"

He gritted his teeth and tried to stay focused.

He's good and confident about how he moved. He knew what areas to target and focus on and had a good eye for finding openings. I intentionally left openings for him to take to see how he approaches it.

I ducked and pocketed my hands with a smirk on my face.

He didn't like that. I stepped aside and tripped his foot. He stumbled but caught himself before face-planting on the dirt and continued to send a flurry of attacks toward me.

At least he's determined.

I wasn't going to train him the way Pops trained me. If I did, he might get more scared of me.

Yes, he is scared of me.

I found that out the first time, we sparred. The confidence was there, but it was mixed with uncertainty. It mostly stemmed from the confusion of how Gojo was unable to use his technique to fight back. If I could stop Gojo from using his technique, who's to say I can't do the same to him?

I ditched the MP3 player since I had to monitor Geto's progress.

I toned it down to 50 first to see where his limit is. He can go beyond 50 and almost to a hundred, but he'll be over-exerting if he does. I'll have him gradually increase by five or ten every week until he gets to a hundred.

I leaned my head back to dodge Geto's roundhouse. I dodged and blocked, still making minimal movements to conserve my energy. I took note of the moves he often made. He was righthanded, so his left would be a weakness.

"You're doing great, Suguru!" Shoko half-cheered, half-mocked, sitting on a chair she brought from the classroom, Geto's folded upper uniform on her lap.

"I barely landed a close hit!" He grunted as he threw a right hook, which I caught. I smirked, pulled him, and pushed my palm onto his stomach hard enough to throw him down without rolling a couple of times. He coughed and got up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "How can you say I'm doing great?!"

Shoko shrugged, which made me chuckle.

Geto lightly panted. His muscles had been sore for the past two days already. "I didn't tell you to stop." He gritted his teeth and attacked. His hair in a bun was starting to loosen, sweat was beginning to soak his shirt, and a frustrated frown was on his pretty face.

Cute

He went for a straight punch, and I blocked it before starting to fight back a little. I occasionally smacked him and even bumped him to make him lose his balance to piss him off. It's an obvious power play - Pops did the same to me at the beginning of my training.

It always worked

The longer we sparred, the more I found it reminiscent.

I'm enjoying this more than I expected I would.

I ducked and did a sweep kick, taking him down, "Alright, that's enough. You can rest for the day." He released the tension in his body and remained on the floor. He let his hair loose to ease himself more.

"I feel like you're enjoying this too much."

"Now, what makes you say that?"

"That smile on your face," He sat up with a groan, clutching at his abs, "You're amused by this, aren't you?"