"My friend, are you sure about this? The kid seems young, and the military training is tough as—it even injured some military men. Is this football even that important, to want to cripple this young boy," said Boris, who picked up dirty dishes from the dining table. With a small sigh, Dumi held the whisky glass, slowly swirling it in his hand and took a sip—and he said, "it up to him how important the match is, and believe it or not, he wanted this tense training,"
Turning his head, Boris looked at Dumi with a curious concern, he turned his head toward the latched door. He wondered what Winston was going through to want such intense training. He continued washing dishes in the sink, he asked, "Why did you ask him why"
Leaning back on the dining chair with his hand tapping on the whisky glass, he took a sip and replied. "I don't know why he called me last night—to make the training more intense. I suspect something happened that made him want this intense training," stretching himself with a yawn, sipping out of him, Dumi continued, "To be honest, I was already pushing him to his limit on these training drills. In the first week, I thought he was going to faint, but he didn't. He surprised me, too."
While holding the whisky glass and slowly swirling its contents, Dumi cast a glance at the latch door positioned on the ground and then proceeded to take a sip. Winston's call last night also surprised him, and he was already contemplating bringing him to Boris. In all actuality, Dumi wanted to bring Winston to the normal gym back in the city. Dumi was paying close attention to Winston even when—Winston was training in the morning before their scheduled training time. He was watching him train from afar, of course—he took notes. Dumi even suspected that Winston was sleep deprived, he first thought maybe it was Haruto's pill side effect. It was during the second week that Dumi became aware of Winston's tendency to overextend his body's muscles while engaging in these specific drills. And Boris's military style training will perhaps strengthen his muscles, since Winston had been pushing himself to the limit with this intense training.
After a couple of hours, a latch door swung open. Winston came out shivering, gritting his teeth. Both Dumi and Boris glanced at him with a curious look—Winston went straight to the open fireplace. Crouching over the fire, rubbing his hands. Both Ivan and Anna lay near the fireplace, placing the whisky glass on the table, Dumi said, "That enough for now, kid, go wash up and we will proceed with another drill tomorrow."
Turning his head in confusion, Winston asked, "ohh, I thought Mr. Boris said I should do this for the entire night,"
"It's your first time attempting this exercise, and besides, you will get frostbite."
Standing up over the fireplace, looking at both the German-shepherds, he glanced over at Dumi and Boris with a disappointed voice. He said, "Oh, I understand."
Seeing that Winston was feeling down, Boris placed a hand on his back and gave it a pat in a way that conveyed reassurance, and said. "Do not underestimate your own capabilities, my friend, because in actuality, you remained there for a longer duration than many people I know. I mean, most people quit on their first break." Pondering with his hand on his chin, he continued, "You know you are the fourth person who didn't quit on their second attempt,"
Winston, intrigued by what Boris said, furrowed his brow, and he wanted to know who the three people who finished this freezer drill. With a curious voice, he asked, "Who are the other three people?" Boris glanced at Dumi and turned back to Winston and grinned. "Me and Dumi over there and…" flickering his thumb and middle finger, pondering for a name. Until Dumi interjected with one word, he said, "Samuel Jones,"
"Oh yeah, that guy, he was the beast—I wonder what happened to him." Boris said, glancing at Dumi. They both shared a silent stare. Winston glanced at both of them, he wondered why they performed these military exercises for—he looked at Boris. He figured Boris was a military man, judging by his physique—he was burly with a Superman chest, shaking his head, Boris said, "blah forget about it, old news anyway congratulation my young friend," slamming Winston back roaring with laughter. Winston nearly tipped over to the fireplace, rubbing the back of his head. With a smile–he said, "Thank you, Mr. Boris."
Leaning back in the chair, Dumi cheerfully said, "Congratulations, kid, you should get some rest for now–early in the morning we start with more training, and this time Boris will be the one to train you. I'd be monitoring your progress though,"
The numbness that he experienced when he emerged from the freezer was slowly diminishing as he lay on his back in his room. The discomfort intensified into a piercing sensation throughout his body, akin to a thousand needles, whenever he attempted to shift his position. Before Boris brought him to this room, he mixed a concoction drink that was sour and bitter, and it had an aftertaste that caused half of his upper body to heat up. And paralysis gripped his body–Boris carried him up to the room where he is now sleeping. Frankly speaking, Winston had reached the absolute maximum of his endurance and was incapable of continuing with the freezer drill, and he had a strong suspicion that Dumi had also observed that he was completely exhausted. Winston let out a relieved sigh and muttered to himself, "That freezer drill was so brutal, Boris said the concoction he gave me will help with calming my body temperature to normal. My head is heavy."
Ding!
[Winston Daley]
[Nethen Essence: 64%]
[Voltage Core: 64%]
Name: Daley Winston
Birthdate: 25-11-04
Age: 19
Weak Foot: 2
Height: 176cm (5'9)
Foot: Right
Profession: Footballer
Team: Westminster F.C. (Under twenty-one team)
Player Rating: 84
Position: Center forward.
Potential: 88
Acceleration
Sprint Speed
Shooting
Passing
Dribbling
Physical
Reward Points: 050
Skills moves: None.
Just as I figured, the freezer exercise didn't count—I didn't receive any skill boosts or bonus reward points.
Ding!
[Physical]
[Nether Essence: 64%]
Physical: 70
Jumping: 70
Stamina: 70
Strength: 70
Aggression: 70
Despite a brief examination of his physical attributes, which revealed no alterations, he experienced a slight disappointment due to the persistent stiffness in his body before ultimately directing his gaze upward towards the ceiling. He wondered what type of exercises Boris would put him through. For a while, Winston struggled with sleep. He lay on the bed for hours—the piercing needle pain started to subside. It started from his head and neck—for another few hours his upper body subsided, and he started dragging his body into a sitting position. When the orange dusky painted sky arrived, Winston had fully recovered. He was performing his usual exercises: push-ups and sit-ups. He stood up and stretched his body, prompted by the sound of boots dragging along the wooden tile floor. As a door creaked ajar, Boris presented his upper torso above it, his eyes becoming wide as he spoke with an expression of utter surprise. He said, "Oh, you are already up—how are you feeling, my young friend," glancing at Winston's sweats—Boris nodded at what he was seeing. Winston was already prepping himself with morning exercises.. he continued, "Good. Wash up and meet me in the front yard,"
Winston spent a couple of hours observing a field filled with military training drills, during which he was actively psyching himself up. His excitement and nervousness were interrupted by the sight of two German Shepherds wagging their tails at his side. Crouching down to pat the two dogs, "Glad to see you two are here, and thanks for the support. Wish me luck, Anna and Ivan."
Coming from the other side of the house, Dumi strode toward Winston. When Winston glanced up, he noticed Dumi was also sweaty and panting. He said, between catching his breath, "How are you feeling, kid?"
"I am okay, my body was aching all night," Winston said, standing up.
Approaching Winston, Dumi, and the two German Shepherd dogs, Boris said, "Okay, let's start, my young friend."