Seraph Of The End: The Fallen Angel

17. Strife is never Trustworthy

I punched the wall as hard as I could. Two seconds later, I reacted, shaking my hand dramatically and squeezing it tightly. "Oww!!!"

"Not good enough." Takumi said.

I kept on trying, but I only feared the second I'd receive bloody knuckles. "Why do I have to keep doing this?!" I yelped teary eyed.

"Do you want to build up your resistance?"

"At this rate the only thing I'll be building up is more hard skin!"

"You mean callouses."

"Whatever!" I shrieked, stomping on the ground. "I don't want to do this anymore; I wanna do different trainings to become stronger!!!"

"Fine."

Stunned by his easy going response, I stopped having a fit and listened.

"Come over here."

Obeying Takumi's words I walked up to him. He was crisscrossed on the floor, so his head was at my crotch level. He looked up and glowered. Takumi stood up. "That's more like it." He hmphed. "You see that practice dummy over there? Go practice on it."

"Right now?" I asked puzzled.

"Why not?" Takumi shrugged. "You wanna start off at the beginners rank? Then make my day."

Glowering, I skipped over to the practice dummy and scrutinized it. "So funny looking." I lifted my fist ready to punch it.

"Woah woah woah, what are you doing???" Takumi intervened.

"What?" I sighed.

"Use your weapon? You have it for a reason."

"Oh right."

"Oh right." He mimicked me in a higher voice.

"That is not how I sound."

"Whatever."

I rolled my eyes as hard as I could and pulled out my scythe, swinging it at the dummy. The dummy sliced in half.

I actually found it more useful to have my scythe in a tiny capsule. I tried to keep it as a decoration on my back, but that was the most stupid idea I have ever thought of. For the most part, it was weighing down on my back. How could I have carried such a massive thing on my back? Second of all, I keep bumping into things because of its large size. It's such a hassle.

"Here, use these." Takumi brought in more dummies, and stacked them in rows. "Use your weapon to stun them."

"Um...okay?" I gripped my tomahawk-scythe tightly, swinging my arms back, and lunged at the dummies. I managed to scratch one, but the rest were left unharmed.

"Try again." He instructed.

I did more strikes, only managing to put minor dents in other dummies. He's been encouraging me to do this for about twenty minutes now. All in all, this wasn't taking me anywhere at all.

I groaned in annoyance, stomping my foot. "How the heck is this even going to help?"

"It's not."

Befuddled by his statement, I stood and stared at him in awe. "It's not?"

"Nope."

My heart was racing, and the brow of my right eye began to twitch in anger. "Then why the hell have you've been having me do this stupid crap for training then?!" I shrieked.