Chapter 50 Chapter 50

Twenty months later. Oh... this torture, this training almost killed him.No doubt he wanted to join the Brotherhood of the Black Sword, or at least become one of their warriors.However, who can sustain it? The time finally came, and the novice trainees before the transformation were all staggering.The unarmed combat class is finally over.However, he did not dare to show any weakness. Like all trainees, he was afraid and in awe of their teachers.A tall teacher with a scar on his face, a true member of the Brotherhood of the Black Sword.There were many rumors about the man: he would eat the second life after killing them, he killed women for his pleasure.The scar on his face is also his own masterpiece, because he likes to feel pain...

He also kills recruits who make mistakes. "Go take a shower." The soldier ordered, his low voice resounding throughout the gym, "The bus is already waiting for you. Tomorrow we will start with the fourth group. Sleep better tonight." The trainee ran out with the others, thankful that he was finally able to take a shower.God...he knew the other students had the same sore muscles as him.They're all dumb as cows now, dull with fatigue, standing under the shower head, barely bothering to move. Thanks to the good saint, at least for the next sixteen hours, he won't have to stand back on that damned blue cushion.

However, when he changed into the clothes he went home, he realized that he forgot to take his undershirt.Frightened, he crossed the hall and sneaked into the gym. The trainee froze. The teacher was on the opposite side, took off his shirt, and practiced against a sandbag.His nipple rings gleamed with the dance between him and his target.The most respected saint in the void, he has the mark of a blood slave on his body, with scars all over his back.But man, his footsteps... he has incredible strength, agility and will, deadly, very deadly, deadly deadly. The trainee knew he should leave, but he couldn't look away.He had never seen such a quick thrust or such a strong fist.Obviously, those rumors about the teacher are true - he is an out-and-out killer.

With the sound of steel colliding, the door on the other side of the gym opened, and the cry of a baby echoed in the room.The warrior stopped practicing and turned to see a lovely woman walking towards him with a child wrapped in a pink blanket.His face softened, his hard expression melted. "Sorry to bother you," the woman explained over the baby's cries, "but the baby misses her daddy." The warrior kissed the woman, took the baby in his strong arms, and held the newborn to his bare chest.The little girl scratched his neck with her small hands, then lay down on his body, and slowly calmed down.

The soldier turned around, looked towards the mat, and glared at the trainee: "The bus is coming soon, kid, you'd better move fast." He blinked again, turned around and put his arm around the woman's waist, let her get close, and kissed her on the mouth. The recruit watched the warrior's back and witnessed the tenderness hidden under those harshness.Beneath his scar, two names were tattooed in ancient languages, one superimposed on the other. Bella...and Nala.