Soldier's secret

3. ~Pushing limits~

(Tired 🧸✨)

The next morning, I woke up even earlier, my body sore from the previous day's training but my mind sharper than ever. There was no turning back now. I had committed myself to this path, and whether or not Enzo was trustworthy, I was determined to see it through.

When I arrived at the clearing, Enzo was already waiting for me, casually leaning against one of the wooden crates. Today, he wore a dark hoodie and combat boots. He looked more prepared for something serious, and that only fueled my curiosity and unease.

"Ready?" he asked, his tone more serious than before.

I nodded, though inside, I wasn't sure if I was.

"Good," he said. "Today, we're going to test your limits."

Enzo led me over to the makeshift obstacle course he'd set up. It wasn't anything fancy, but I could see that it was designed to push me hard—walls to climb, heavy tires to flip, rope to scale, and sharp turns that would test my agility.

"Why the obstacle course?" I asked, eyeing the challenges ahead.

"Because endurance isn't just about how far you can run or how hard you can hit. It's about how long you can keep going when your body is screaming for you to stop," Enzo said, his eyes intense. "Soldiers don't just fight battles. They survive them."

The course was brutal. The first time through, I stumbled on almost every obstacle. The rope burned my hands, and by the time I reached the end, my legs were shaking. But Enzo didn't let me rest. He pushed me to go again, and again, offering corrections when needed but never easing up.

"You're stronger than you think," he said during one of my short breaks. "It's not just about physical strength. It's about your mind. Your willpower. That's what's going to keep you alive when things get tough."

It was a grueling session, but each time I went through the course, I got a little better. My body was learning, adjusting, becoming more efficient with every movement. By the end, I was exhausted, my clothes soaked in sweat, but I felt a strange sense of accomplishment.

"That's enough for today," Enzo said, tossing me a bottle of water. "You did good."

I sat down, my muscles throbbing. "What's next?"

Enzo smirked. "You're eager" He paused. "But let's take it one step at a time. Tomorrow, we'll focus on weapons training. You're good with a gun, but you're sloppy under pressure. We need to fix that."

I took a long drink of water, nodding. "How do you know so much about all of this?"

He was silent for a moment, his usual smirk fading. "I told you, I've been where you are. I had someone teach me once. Now I'm just paying it forward."

There was something in his voice that made me think he wasn't telling me the whole truth. But I didn't press him.But i know i have to find out,soon.

"Same time tomorrow?" I asked.

Enzo stood up, stretching his arms. "Same time. And bring gloves. You're going to need them."

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That night, I lay in bed, replaying the events of the day in my mind. My body was screaming at me, every muscle sore, but my mind was sharper than ever. I was learning more in these few days with Enzo than I had in all the months of training on my own. But that didn't mean I was letting my guard down. There was still something off about him, something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

The next morning came quickly, and as I made my way back to the woods, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. Enzo was waiting for me again, this time with a small duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

"Glad to see you didn't back out," he said, tossing the bag at my feet. "Open it."

I crouched down and unzipped the bag. Inside were two handguns, several boxes of ammunition, and a set of tactical knives. I looked up at Enzo, surprised.

"Where did you get all of this?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Friends in low places. But don't worry about that. Today, we focus on precision." He sounded suspicious and i couldn't shake the felling that he was hiding something very important from me.

We spent the next several hours practicing with the weapons. Enzo set up targets at various distances, teaching me how to shoot under different conditions—while moving, from cover, and even blind-firing. It was harder than I expected, and I missed more shots than I hit.

"Focus," Enzo said, his voice firm. "When you're in a real fight, there's no room for error. If you miss, you might not get a second chance."

He was right, and I knew it. By the end of the session, my hands were shaking from the effort, but I had hit most of the targets. Enzo didn't offer much praise, but I could tell by the slight nod of approval that I was improving.

As we were packing up, I decided to finally ask him what had been on my mind since we met.

"Why are you really doing this?" I asked, my voice quiet but firm. "Training me, I mean. What's in it for you?Don't lie,no one would just teach me for fun."

Enzo stopped, looking at me for a long moment before answering. "Let's just say there's more going on than you realize. And if you keep pushing,i might never tell."His eyes darkening.

His words sent a chill down my spine. There was something bigger happening, what i needed to know. I was getting closer for the answer. And I had a feeling that whatever it was, Enzo was at the center of it.

"See you tomorrow," he said, slinging the bag over his shoulder and walking into the trees.

As I watched him disappear, I knew one thing for sure: he keeps secrets away from me,answers i must hear.This was no longer just about becoming a soldier. It was about survival—and I had to be ready for whatever came next.

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Its more and more words lol 🫶🏼
I am gone post some chapters out now.🎀