They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System Chapter 112 - 112 Secret Night Classes 2

Chapter 112: Secret Night Classes 2 Chapter 112: Secret Night Classes 2 At first, her strides were strong.

Her heart pounded against her ribs, but it wasn’t too bad.

‘I can do this.’ She had run before, small distances around the castle, chasing after servants, playing as a child.

But after ten minutes, her legs started to feel heavy.

After fifteen minutes, she slowed down.

Finally, she collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air.

“I can’t…

I can’t do this,” she panted, struggling to breathe.

Lady Rosie’s shadow lood over her.

“What do you an you can’t do this?” Her voice was sharp, unimpressed.

“You’re the one who told to train you in a week and a few days, and now you’re quitting in fifteen minutes?” Nnenna peeked up at her, still gasping.

Lady Rosie scoffed.

“I should have known,” she said, turning to walk back to her office.

Panic shot through Nnenna’s exhausted body.

“No, no, wait!” She pushed herself up, wobbling on shaky legs.

Lady Rosie paused, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips.

Nnenna clenched her fists.

I can’t give up.

Not like this.

“I’ll do it!

I’ll do it!” she shouted.

Lady Rosie simply crossed her arms.

“Then run.” And so, she did.

At first, every step felt like torture.

Her muscles scread, her lungs burned, and her vision blurred with exhaustion.

But she refused to stop.

She ran.

And ran, trying to keep her breathe steady.

But by the second kiloter, her breathing wasn’t steady anymore.

By the third, a burning sensation spread through her chest, and her legs started to feel heavier.

By the fifth kiloter, she was gasping.

Her throat felt dry, and her muscles scread in protest.

Her entire body was drenched in sweat.

Her feet dragged against the ground, her vision swaying slightly.

She could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears, drowning out every other sound.

Her arms felt like dead weights, barely swinging at her sides.

She had reached her limit.

But then “Don’t slow down.” Lady Rosie’s voice cut through the fog of exhaustion like a blade.

“You’re halfway there.” Halfway?!

Nnenna nearly collapsed right there.

But Lady Rosie wasn’t done.

“If you stop now, you’ll have to start all over again.” Nnenna “!!!” ALL OVER AGAIN?!

Panic shot through Nnenna like a shockwave.

Her legs sohow moved faster, even though she swore they couldn’t.

By the seventh kiloter, her entire body felt like it wasn’t hers anymore.

Her lungs burned.

Her knees shook.

Her breath ca in sharp, ragged gasps.

She thought she might actually collapse and die.

But at the ninth kiloter, sothing changed.

Her body felt like it had already given up, but sohow, she was still moving.

The pain hadn’t gone away, but it was like her mind had stopped caring about it.

Was this… Endurance?

Her strides beca automatic.

Her breathing, deeper.

She wasn’t thinking anymore, just running.

And then “Done.” Lady Rosie’s voice rang out, and Nnenna barely registered that she had crossed the final mark.

Her legs gave out instantly.

She collapsed onto the ground, breathing so hard it felt like she had run through a storm.

“Good,” Lady Rosie said, standing over her.

“You did it in two hours.” Nnenna “.!!” Two hours?!

She was an hour too slow?!

But Nnenna had no energy to care.

Her entire body felt like jelly.

Her head was spinning, her heartbeat still thundering in her chest.

“Tomorrow,” Lady Rosie continued, “you’ll do it in forty five.” Nnenna “…” Tomorrow?!

Nnenna scread internally.

Two hours was far from impressive to Teacher Rose.

But, it was still worth noting.

After all she had expected the girl to break.

She knew Nnenna had barely trained before, not after what she had overheard the servants whispering about.

The coma.

Yet, even after collapsing, even after failing, Nnenna had gotten up and kept running.

That…

That was sothing.

Nnenna finally stood up but bent over, hands on her knees, still gasping for breath.

Her legs felt like lead, and sweat trickled down her back.

But before she could even think about resting, Lady Rose clapped her hands.

“Alright, next activity.” Nnenna groaned internally.

Already?

Lady Rose took a seat, crossing one leg over the other.

“So basic karate moves,” she said simply.

“I know you’re already good with etiquette, posture, balance, and dance, so there’s no need to waste ti on those.

Let’s move on.” Karate?

Nnenna blinked.

Sowhere deep in her mind, the word stirred sothing familiar.

She couldn’t quite place it, but it wasn’t completely foreign.

Lady Rose stood up and took a stance.

“We’ll start with the basics.

First, the Zenkutsu dachi, front stance.” She stepped forward with one leg, bending her front knee while keeping the back leg straight.

“This stance gives you stability.

Strong foundation, strong attack.” Nnenna tried to mimic it.

Her legs wobbled.

Lady Rose raised an eyebrow.

“You need to be firm.

Imagine you’re rooted to the ground.” Nnenna adjusted her posture, this ti feeling…

sothing.

Like her body knew this position, just forgot how to hold it.

“Next, the basic punch Oi-zuki.” Lady Rose demonstrated, stepping forward with the front foot while thrusting a fist forward in a straight, controlled motion.

Nnenna threw a punch.

It felt awkward.

Too stiff, too slow.

Lady Rose sighed.

“Again.” She tried again.

And again.

And again.

Each ti, sothing felt off.

Her movents weren’t fluid.

Her balance was shaky.

But there was this odd sensation…

like a mory buried deep inside her bones, just out of reach.

Lady Rose narrowed her eyes.

“You’ve done this before.” Nnenna’s head snapped up.

“Huh?” “Your body’s trying to rember,” Lady Rose murmured.

“It’s in there…

sowhere.” Nnenna frowned.

Have I?

But before she could think too much about it, Lady Rose clapped her hands again.

“No ti for hesitation.

We move on.” She demonstrated a simple Mae Geri a front kick.

“Lift the knee first, then snap the leg forward.

Keep your balance.” Nnenna copied her.

Wobbled.

Almost fell.

Lady Rose sighed again.

“This is going to take a while,” she muttered.

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