Sam trained hard, an hour and a half had passed since he started, and he was feeling extremely tired.
He didn't really feel like he'd reached his limit.
Jazz had told him to train for just two hours, so Sam kept going without stopping, running, swimming, weightlifting, planks, pushups…
Sam gave it his all, then looked away.
Jazz was training too, but despite all the training he'd done, he didn't seem particularly tired.
'What a beast, he's definitely stronger than Deebt.' Sam thought.
It's true that two hours of training was enough, but Sam felt it wasn't much, since for the past month, J Martin had been the one leading the students' workouts in the gym.
He'd been training one or two classes every day, and the intensity of his workouts increased each time.
Deebt may not have attended practice sessions until the beginning of the second month, but Sam knew that J Martin made it harder for them each time.
J Martin asked everyone for one thing, to recover naturally, and the results would follow as the training accumulated.
Sam believed what J Martin said, so he did everything he was told.
Meanwhile, Jazz was running at high speed on the virtual treadmill.
'I wonder how Deebt will react to Milly!' Jazz thought about the situation.
Jazz didn't expect Deebt to reciprocate Milly's feelings, but even if it were just a little, that would be good.
'My brother's personality is completely unpredictable, he's too calm, and he really wants to be the conqueror this time.' Jazz thought for a moment.
'It's hard for anyone to stop him.' Jazz smiled sarcastically at the thought.
Deebt was stubborn about what he wanted to achieve, what truly set Deebt apart was that he felt no regret for losing on the path he had chosen.
Jazz knew this well, and he respected it greatly.
The training ended, and both Jazz and Sam sat quietly on the benches to rest.
Sam was drenched in sweat, while Jazz didn't seem to have exerted any real effort.
"Sam, I understand your limits now. I know this didn't bring out everything you've got, unlike J Martin's training, but it was enough for me to understand you." Jazz said calmly.
"I understand that." Sam looked at him intently, he knew Jazz was skilled at analysis, so if he was saying this now, he must be confident in his understanding of Sam.
"Sam, what is your talent? I'll tell you mine as well, it's the 'Night'." Jazz looked at him calmly.
"What? The night? "I knew it. You're scarier than Deebt, my talent is 'Solar Eclipse'.'" Sam was flustered at first but quickly regained his confident demeanor.
He'd expected Jazz to have a high level talent, but for him and Deebt to share the same one?
This was unbelievable.
After all, when had "Night" talents ever been common?
They were rare, but the existence of these two brothers made this talent seem like nothing.
"Sam, your talent is good. You just need effort and time, I trust you." Jazz's words were steady and confident, his eyes were sincere as he spoke.
"Okay, thank you." Sam smiled.
Although Jazz, as a person, was intimidating in any setting, steering the conversation as he pleased and cleverly extracting information from the other party, he was sincere now.
"Also, Deebt's talent is superior to mine, there are differences even among the same talents. If Deebt had wanted to be a 'conqueror' from the start, no one would have caught up to him, even so, he'd quickly surpass everyone." Jazz was speaking from the bottom of his heart, he was confident in what he was saying.
"I get that. He's never trained, yet he's among the best in our class." Sam said.
"That's natural, you'll see even more in the future." Jazz said in a mysterious tone.
Sam looked confused for a moment.
"Okay, let's change the subject, Sam. Tell me, what is fighting? And what is its essence?"
Sam looked at him in surprise, then answered.
"Fighting is a competition, Jazz. Whether it's between two people or a group of people, fighting is ultimately a competition to win or lose."
Then Sam fell silent for a moment before continuing.
Jazz was watching him with amused eyes.
"As for its essence, I don't know if this is true for others, but for me it's the fun. If you don't enjoy fighting, there's no point in it." Sam smiled confidently.
"Hahaha, you're just like Deebt you have unexpected answers. I like that, Sam. What about winning and losing?" Jazz was laughing out loud.
"Ha, man, you're even stranger than Deebt. Well, winning is an achievement, nothing more than that. Winning something, whether material or spiritual, has no value unless you win it for yourself and of your own volition. As for losing, it's simply death. You won't win if you lose, and if you remain alive after losing, you've certainly lost something important." Sam's expression was serious as he began to explain his concept of winning and losing.
"You're right, Sam. That's interesting. Tell me, how do you control a fight?"
"By being strong. If you're strong, nothing will help your opponent, whether it's trickery, precision, or timing... Everything will crumble before strength."
"Haaah, maybe you're right, strength is everything. Thank you, Sam. With this, I understand you better. Our training together will be even more worthwhile."
"Okay, so are your questions done, Jazz?" Sam asked, puzzled.
"Yes, that's enough, because what you said is your foundation. As long as you know your foundation, your progress is guaranteed. If you'd said anything insincere, Sam, I would've refused to train with you, but you're different." Sam explained.
"I get it." Sam fell silent after that and sank into his thoughts before Jazz interrupted him.
"Sam, how do you think Deebt will get along with Milly?" Jazz asked.
"I don't really know, but from what you said earlier, I think Deebt isn't getting close to Milly anymore, that's actually weird." Sam said.
"You're right, but Deebt told me that love is just a nuisance, and then he stopped talking to Milly."
"Hahaha, that sounds like something he'd actually say, I don't really understand Deebt, but I'm sure he knows what he's doing."
"You're right. I'm going to talk to the principal after this, you can go ahead, Sam. We'll meet here tomorrow." Jazz spoke, then got up and left the gym.
'He's confident the principal will agree.'
Sniff, sniff.
"I think I'll take a shower before I leave."
Sam got up and headed for the showers.
…
Knock, knock, knock.
Jazz knocked on the principal's desk.
"Come in." said a voice from behind the door, it was deep and steady.
"Hello, Principal." Jazz said casually.
"Oh, Jazz, have a seat." the principal gestured to the chair.
"What's up, Jazz?" the principal asked kindly.
"Well, I came because I want you to let me and my brother and Sam Lucas, into the gym at 4 a.m. every day." Jazz explained the situation without holding anything back.
"You and your brother, Sam. but why?"
"You know my brother changed his major recently, so he asked me to teach him how to fight. So he and I train together, and Sam joined us today." said Jazz.
"I see. That's actually good, but Jazz, why 4 a.m.?" The principal looked at him intently.
He was looking for a full explanation.
"After finishing our classes, we train normally to build up our bodies, and then at 4 a.m. we'll train in combat, reflexes, and the use of various weapons. If you don't want that, Principal, that's fine, the combat halls don't all have to be like the high school gym." Jazz explained everything.
But Jazz was confident.
"Well, what about a teacher? Won't you need someone to guide you?"
"Yes, Principal, but if there isn't one, there's nothing we can do. J Martin is a great coach, but who would want to train three students at 4 a.m. every day?" Jazz made a valid point.
"You're right, but you aren't just ordinary students, you have ambition, you're putting in real effort."
The principal fell silent as he looked at Jazz.
"Jazz, you can do it."
The principal said firmly.
"Thank you, Principal." Jazz was smiling.
"You may leave, Jazz."
Then Jazz stood up and left the principal's office.
The principal looked at the closed door and thought.
'Jazz is different from Deebt. From the moment he walked in, he was confident I would agree. His idea is good and reflects high ambition. But he's a dangerous character, I get that feeling whenever I look at him.'
The principal was lost in thought for a moment, then got back to work, there was a mountain of papers in front of him.
…
Deebt returned home, he was now sitting in his room.
He looked out the window, the sun was setting, painting the sky orange.
Deebt thought as he watched the scene.
'I don't think the timing is quite right, Milly.'
Ring, ring.
It was the sound of notifications, Deebt looked at his desk.
It was his phone, he picked it up and saw there was an email from Professor Larry Gram, and another that had arrived yesterday at 9:00 p.m., from J Martin.
Larry Gram's email explained how to increase gray matter, but it seemed ordinary, Deebt was surprised.
Everything the professor had written was common knowledge if you looked it up, but the order was interesting.
Then Deebt looked at J Martin's email.
He began by explaining the general purpose of the training, and after getting past that introduction, he explained the benefit of each exercise to Deebt.
What J Martin did was specific to Deebt alone, he trained him in a way that suited him specifically.
That's why everyone's training was different.
Then J Martin explained how to perform the exercises that were right for him.
"This is really helpful." Deebt smiled.