Read Blood samurai :: THE STORY OF THE BANDIT KING PART 2

arly the next morning, Maxwell and John headed to a field in the middle of the forest. John told Maxwell to step back a couple of feet away from him and wait on his word. There were several sticks wrapped in cloth next to him and, without warning, John began throwing the stick at Maxwell at blazing speed. The projectiles were upon Maxwell, but he dodged them with ease and within a fraction of a second. But before Maxwell could come to terms with his current situation, John approached him faster than the projectiles and he threw a variety of kicks and punches some moves Maxwell didn't know that the human body could do, causing Maxwell to go on the defensive. He evades all John's attacks with ease because of his slight frame and remarkable agility and reaction time. As the fight goes on, Maxwell looks for an open and tries to roundhouse kick John in the rib cage, which was rejected as John caught Maxwell's foot and launched him into a boulder. As Maxwell tries to recover himself, John walks towards Maxwell thinking to himself, "what an amazing boy. He dodges my attacks and even has time to counter them. I know I am getting old, but this boy is the real deal", and with that rockets himself towards Maxwell, who is still trying to get back on his feet. Maxwell only notices that attack at the last second and rolls out the way, as he does this, he can see that John's attack completely shattered that boulder into pieces. "If that punch landed on him, he would certainly be dead," Maxwell thought to himself as sweat mixed with overwhelming fear ran down his back. As he gathers himself back up, he can realize that the calm and friendly aura that was surrounding John has changed drastically from peaceful to downright destructive. As he focuses on John, he can see his aura change from a bluish-white to a purplish black. John, as he walks towards Maxwell, laughs, stops, picks up one stick, and twirls it in his hands. Instantaneously, the stick that was once been in John's hands was in front of Maxwell's face. Maxwell dodges the attack by rolling backs, but like magic, John was standing over him with the stick in his hand, bringing it down towards Maxwell. Maxwell grabs a nearby stick and propels himself to block the attack. After that, the two went on an all-offensive, no holding back battle, with each one blocking the other ones' attacks and trying to counter this went on for several minutes. Before Maxwell grew tired. "You're one amazing kid, Maxie, '' stated John as he laughed, watching Maxwell catch his breath. "You held your own, you got remarkable reaction time and ability, just your weak child body can keep up with what your mind wants it to do," he continued as Maxwell passed out because of exhaustion. As John carries Maxwell on his back towards the house he whispers ever so softly. "But we will fix that and when I am done you will be the greatest warrior that ever lived". The next morning the pair were in the backyard. "Today we're going to focus on building your core strength". Stated John," my core strength?" replied Maxwell. "Yes you have everything down but your weak child, terrible weak so we are going to fix that" replied John "How?" asked Maxwell. Well today you're going to do one hundred pushes one hundred situps, one hundred squats, and after all that one that big rock across there," remarked John as he points in opposite direction to where Maxwell well was standing. As Maxwell turned around he was in shock to see the massive rock two his size and about ten times his weight. "I got to move that big thing after going all those other things?" Maxwell replied in shock and anger whilst pouting his face. " Not only do you have to move it but you will have to carry it up that hill" laughed John as he points to a new location. As Maxwell looks at the new location he begins screaming " Up there seriously". The hill was at least two hundred feet in height and was steep and tough.

As Maxwell looked at the massive hill in fear, John picked him up but his shirt collars and stated, "let's begin". It took Maxwell two hours just to finish the pushup situps and squats, only reaching thirty in each exercise. The time came to move the massive rock. It refused to move, not even an inch for the nine hours Maxwell spend trying to move it. The next day, he tried again with the same results and this continued for many months until one day he could complete his one hundred sets of each exercise. He could move a few feet before passing out from exhaustion. The next morning, Maxwell began his training early but John could even awake from sleep determine to move the rock up the hill. He moves the rock to the base of the hill but with everything to push it up the hill, the hill would just push back down. For hours Maxwell and hill battle with the hill be victorious until he brought the rock halfway up the hill. But it froze him because of the pressure the task had placed on his body. He was stuck. His body trembled with overwhelming pain, his chest felt like it was caving in on him, his heart was beating in an offbeat manner. The only thing that was keeping him standing was his mindset and willpower. Maxwell started to lose conciseness until he heard someone screaming with awoke him. When he turned his head, it was John screaming and at him to keep going. Finding his second wind, Maxwell gain a burst of strength and energy and quickly scaled up the second half of the hill, finally completing his training. Maxwell quickly ran down the hill to celebrate with John. "Did you see that?" asked Maxwell with overwhelming excitement. "I sure did, Maxie. you were great. You handle yourself like a true warrior". Replied John, "I did?" asked Maxwell. "you sure did kid" proclaimed John. "Ok, now the real training can begin". replied John

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