Chapter 26: White Death
"Killing is easy," D said, standing in the middle of the chamber. "Any idiot with a sharp object can kill. What I'm going to teach you is how to kill with purpose. But, it will be up to you when the time comes if you have the nerve to kill and not go crazy."
Grim sat on the floor, his body covered in bruises from days of brutal training. The weights still hung from his limbs, but somehow, they didn't feel as heavy as before.
"Take these off," D ordered, gesturing to the weights.
Chen Xing stepped forward and unlocked the metal bands. As they fell away, Grim felt oddly light.
"Stand up," D commanded.
Grim pushed himself to his feet. Without the weights, his body felt strange, almost weightless.
"Throw a punch."
Grim did as he was told, throwing a punch at the air. His fist moved so fast that it surprised even him. He stared at his hand in shock.
"The weights forced your muscles to work harder," D explained. "Now those muscles are stronger. Your body has adapted. When your body grows some more, put weights back on your body. Except this time, double if not triple the weight."
D walked to the side of the room and picked up a sword. It was simple, not fancy like those in the palace armory, but well-made. It was the standard sword of the Celetis Empire. Doubled edged, unlike the swords from Colere, which use a single sided blade. He tossed it to Grim, who caught it by the hilt.
"Show me what Sword Dao's you know," D said.