For the next hour, Reynold kept grabbing Nick and throwing him through the house.
Naturally, the house collapsed quite quickly, but that didn't stop Reynold.
Instead of throwing Nick through the house, Reynold simply threw him into the pile until he got stuck there.
Nick kept asking what Reynold was doing, and Reynold kept answering with short answers like it was obvious what he was doing.
Playing.
Having fun.
"Aren't you supposed to train ?" Nick asked one ti before being thrown again.
In response, Reynold just laughed loudly.
"Am I not?"
"No?" Nick said when Reynold pulled him out of the pile like a vegetable.
"We also gotta learn to defend, my boy!" Reynold shouted as he buried Nick in the debris again.
"Before you jump, you gotta learn how to fall," Reynold said as he pulled Nick out again.
"Today, I'm the one having fun!" Reynold shouted with loud laughter.
For once, he didn't imdiately throw Nick into the pile again.
"You just have to learn to defend from what's coming!"
Nick gulped.
After that, Reynold changed his grip on Nick and held one of his ankles with his right arm.
"Whooooaaa!" Nick shouted as Reynold swung him around like a towel.
"Here goes!" Reynold shouted with a mad grin.
BANG!
Then, he used Nick like a stick and hit the pile with him.
A big part of the tallic debris exploded and scattered.
At the sa ti, so blood also splashed around.
Nick had protected his head with his forearms, but his forearms had received several cuts.
"That's no good!" Reynold shouted when he saw the blood. "You gotta use your weapons to defend, not your naked body!"
Before Nick could think about how he was supposed to do that, Reynold hit him into the pile again.
More blood.
"Co on!" Reynold shouted.
BANG!
"Ya gotta learn how to defend!"
BANG!
Several bruises had appeared on Nick's arms by now, and he was in a lot of pain.
However, Nick could deal with the pain.
After all, in the sewers, the Nightmare had put him through pain that was much, much worse.
Additionally, the more often Reynold swung Nick, the easier it beca for Nick to defend.
The way Reynold swung Nick was almost identical every single ti, and Nick had learned how to defend himself in this case.
"Good!" Reynold shouted with a laugh when he saw that Nick's injuries stopped increasing.
So, Reynold turned Nick and grabbed one of his wrists instead.
BANG!
Nick's flat body hit the pile.
At that mont, Nick's mind stopped working.
The power of the hit had been so strong that Nick felt unable to breathe.
It was like all of his organs tried to curl up.
"No ti to relax!" Reynold shouted as he lifted Nick again.
At this point, Nick just wanted to get out.
The hits earlier were bad, but they just hurt.
These ones, on the other hand, felt genuinely dangerous.
Nick grabbed Reynold's hand and tried to pull his own hand out.
CRK!
"FUCK! Okay! Okay!" Nick shouted as he let go of Reynold.
Just now, Reynold had strengthened his grip, and Nick felt like his wrist was about to break in two!
"This is training, Nick! You can't run from training!" Reynold said with a smirk.
BANG!
Reynold hit Nick into the pile again.
This ti, Nick managed to protect his torso by pulling his knees to his chest.
His shins hurt a lot, but it was better than last ti.
Over the next couple of tis, Nick beca better and better at this until he even managed to directly land on his feet.
"Good job!" Reynold shouted with a grin. "Next!"
Reynold grabbed Nick at a seemingly random spot, jumped away from the pile, and threw him without any control at the pile.
Nick's body was spinning uncontrollably through the air, and Nick felt himself hit the pile with his ass first.
Once more, Nick started to receive injuries.
Reynold grabbed him at a different random spot and carelessly flung him at the pile again.
Nick spun uncontrollably again.
This happened several more tis.
But slowly, Nick learned to adapt.
He managed to sowhat control the way his body was rotating in the air and how to tell where he currently was.
Nick started to hit the pile with his arms and legs more and more.
Until one mont…
BANG!
Nick hit the pile with the soles of his feet and stopped his montum by kneeling down.
Naturally, the force of the throw still pushed him and the pile quite a bit, but Nick had essentially stabilized his position.
At this mont, Nick was very injured.
Blood was coming out from all over his body, and if he hadn't known about his increased recovery rate due to his Zephyx, he would have already tried to stop the training out of fear.
The pain was bad, but Nick's adrenaline did a great job suppressing it.
"Well done!" Reynold shouted before he grabbed Nick again.
Then, he just threw Nick in a random direction.
He wasn't even aiming for the pile anymore.
This ti, Nick had to learn to land on flat ground and on vertical walls, but with his previous experience, he quickly got used to it.
After that, Reynold also randomly changed the angle at which he was throwing Nick.
Sotis, Nick flew almost perfectly straight into the air, and other tis, he skidded across the floor like a pebble skipping across a river.
Nick beca better and better.
Finally, Reynold wasn't even throwing Nick anymore.
Now, Reynold was "lightly" punching and kicking Nick.
These punches and kicks were not designed to injure him but to throw and push him.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
In no ti at all, Nick started to recover very quickly after every punch and kick, and he even managed to see Reynold coming before he actually grabbed his body.
At that mont, Nick realized how much he had actually learned today.
He was able to recover from such powerful punches and kicks so quickly!
That was incredible!
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