Chapter 67: Rivals
A few weeks ago...
She hit the ground and rolled across it, letting out a soft groan. Slowly, she picked herself up off the ground and gritted her teeth.
"Maybe we should call it here." Mr. Larison said casually.
"No!" She shook her head and looked back up at her mentor. "Again!" She demanded. "I need to get stronger! A whole lot stronger! You said it yourself!"
It had been a full week since she and Max Lightning had gone back in time. That adventure had opened her eyes up. She was really a Lord, the real deal. Yet despite holding that title most fights she got into, she nearly lost or barely squeaked out a win. It was no wonder no one suspected she was the Lord. She was so weak.
"Look, kid. It's fine to want to get stronger, but don't force your body to do things it can't." Jack sighed and folded his arms. Golden lightning seeped out of the man's flesh, crackling in the air around them. "The power has to come out as a need, not a desire."
Hope nodded numbly and dusted some of the sand off of her. They were back in the junkyard training some more. Mr. Larison had put up another barrier that would ensure no humans could hear or see what they were doing. He was showing her a bit more of his fighting style. Namely, takedown moves or other such things. He had been so cool saying how he was going to turn her into a Lord, yet when the training actually started the man seemed to have gotten cold feet. She could tell he was being way too gentle. She didn't need gentle, though.
The Victorian just by existing, inspired hope across the planet. If she wanted to reach the same level as that woman, then she'd need to get a whole lot stronger.
"You said you were really good with a sword, right?" Hope asked,d rubbing her busted lip.
"Yeah?" The man shrugged his shoulders, and for a moment, a flicker of blue danced across his aura as he created a jagged claymore forged from blue energy. He placed it over his shoulder. "As a kid, I was forced to learn how to use it."
"Could you teach me how to use one?" She asked sheepishly. "I think it would be so cool to have my own giant sword like the Victorian uses!"