There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

Kar rarely cursed, but he had been cursing a lot during his training sessions with Han Joon.

"Dad, you’re a liar..." he mumbled to the pillow at the end of yet another rigorous training.

At least, he had the time to grumble first instead of immediately falling asleep. It seemed like he had finally adapted to the strain that the training placed on both his physical and mental state.

"Am I too greedy?"

He trained his close combat skills and mana control at the same time, thinking that he already learned them separately enough at home and in the academy. But doing it together was another matter altogether. Trying to maintain his mana circulation while concentrating on combat technique felt like moving sluggishly while everything around him became several times faster.

It messed with his head, it messed with his body, and his Uncle was merciless. Kar thought his fathers were already whipping him hard, but Han Joon...Han Joon was a demon. The amount of time Kar heard the word ’again’ made him think he would hate hearing it at the end of it all.

And Han Joon said it was only the first level. Only a training level. There was a real combat level and then the real field combat level. Before he reached that level, Uncle Joon wouldn’t give him a pass for the dungeon practice.

Kar had no idea how long it would take to even pass the first level.

At least he stayed in his uncle’s nice mansion, though. The basement training ground was almost as big as the Academy’s, but since no one was there except him, it felt even bigger. Definitely bigger than the one back home.

Oh, he wondered how Asa was doing over there. He had heard from Aunt Dheera and the others that his father’s training was also known to be hard.

But it wasn’t like he had a leeway to wonder about someone else.