Chapter 93 of 292

Training Bullet Time

By Emmanuel_Capricorn • 1,763 words • Code: NV-W9yfrkF

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I felt my heart roaring like an engine, yet the world was silent and still.

The only thing I heard was the sound of my raging heart which increased with each pulsing beat.

The world was plunged into a state of extreme sluggishness. The world was in slow motion. Yet I have never felt faster in my life.

My senses had been dialed to eleven, I have never felt more alert and aware before. I could hear the blood rushing in my veins.

I also felt every inch of my body and that includes the skin. So I was minutely aware of the fact the the wind was barely crashing onto my skin.

My eyes seemed to see everything down to the smallest detail. I saw too much that I forgot most of the things I saw instantly.

It was a weird feeling.

In that slow moving world where time seemed to barely crawl, I was in a boxing stance and infront of me was a 100 kg (225 pounds) punching bag. I could tell that it was swinging back and forth but at the moment, it appears still.

Then with a huff of breath, I rotated my waist, flexed my knees and turned my right feet. Then finally, with my left hand guarding my face, I launched my right hand.

It was a text book perfect right cross.

My hand was launched so fast that it cut through the air with a swift sound and quickly landed directly on the bag.

My fist crashed into the bag. The air popped and with it, a huge clasping sound erupted. My heartbeat slowed down and soon the world returned to normal.

*Poww!!!*

The sound of the world returned to me and I could hear the chain which hung the punching back whining in pressure as the 100 kg bag swing around madly.

I felt the wind again on my skin and also felt the stinging sensation on my right hand. The hand which was not injured.

"Damn." I cursed and balled my fist and checked if my healthy hand also became injured. Luckily it was fine.

Then I turned my attention to the swinging bag. I caught it and stopped it's momentum before I carefully inspected the bag.

It was then that I noticed a deep cave on the bag which was around the size of my fist. And even though it was not penetrated, the leather was torn.

I whistled. My punch was definitely killing a person as long as I didn't hit them on their limbs or something. My power was just insane.

It should be noted that a normal punching bag which was used by beginners and professionals alike was around 30-40 kg. Leaving a damage like this on a 100 kg bag was just insane.

On further inspection, I also noticed that the bag was curving slightly due to the sheer force generated by my punch,

My punch was definitely harder than getting hit with a car.

But I also noticed that using bullet time like that was taking a massive tool on my stamina. I had an uneven breath and I had only punched once.

"Let's find out how long I can do this." I said before getting into a boxing stance again.

i used sun breathing and inhaled huge amounts of air in my lungs first before I forced my heart to beat at a speed of 400 times a second.

{Yes, let's get those word counts.} I heard the author suddenly say and I lost my focus and stopped mid way.

"What?" I asked dumbly.

{It's nothing, do it again.} he said and I shrugged and did it again.

{Nice.} The author said again but I paid no heed to it this time, only focusing on destroying the heavy bag infront of me.

----(5 minutes later)

"haaa...haaaa...haaaa....haaa." I was breathing heavily while putting my hands on my knees. The heavy bag had fallen down on the ground in a broken state.

It was unbelievable how taxing it was to maintain bullet time. Five minutes and I feel like I was dying.

It had only taken me this much to get tired while using the sun breathing. This should clearly show how taxing bullet time was to the body and stamina.

I remembered in the show 'Wanted', the assassin's could only use it for no more than 5 seconds.

So I guess five while minutes was not a bad thing. It will probably be enough for me to take down most opponents.

I did not even remember how long it had been since I was this tired, but at the same time I couldn't stop smiling.

I looked around at my home gym and everything looked so real and amazing now that i was tired as fuck. And the specific dumbell in the corner was very interesting for no reason.

Even though my body was tired and screaming at me to just lie down, I didn't.

I was not satisfied.

My MMA match will come after a month and I needed to prepare as hard as I could. I could not underestimate the fighters in this world again.

I then took my eyes off the dumbell and looked at the other punching bag haning in another corner. It was a normal sized punching bag.

As soon as I thought about going towards it, my body loses it's strength. It was as if my own body was trying to force me to stop after learning my intention.

But I girtted my teeh and forced myself up. This was my body, I control this motherfucker.

"They don't know me son..." I whispered, it felt like the world was on my shoulder.

But I didn't give up. I pushed through like the Shonen main character I was and beat all the odds-

{You are acting dramatic again.} the author said dryly in my head.

No I was not.

And besides, acting dramatic was a good way to motivate oneself during tough training.

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After I was done with my training, I took a shower and changed into my uniform before heading downstairs.

I immediately made a beeline to the kitchen where I saw the gorgeous figure of Sumire happily making breakfast.

Not to sound narcissistic or anything but I think she had been looking more charming ever since she had sex with me. She was almost glowing with sensuality.

She turned to me and she was about to smile but then she blushed and turned away from me. She seemed to find newfound focus on cooking all of a sudden.

"Good morning." Her shy voice ring out and I couldn't help myself from grinning ear to ear.

She was embarrassed because of what happened yesterday. She was talking big about making me scream in pleasure but she ended up doing just that instead.

And she even called me 'Daddy' at one point.

I went to her and gave tight slap on her bubbly ass. She yelped and glared at me while I smiled sheepishly while hiding behind the table.

Ultimately she just sighed and smiled at me.

"Do you need help?" I asked politely. I was ready to help even though my body was beyond exhausted.

She giggled, "Not helping is the best way you can help me."

She was heavily hinting on the fact that I was a terrible cool.

I retorted, of course. I was not bad at cooking at all, I was average. It was just that her cooking was so damn good that average was inedible compared to it.

Then breakfast was ready and after we had a happy meal full of fun banter, I got up with my plates.

I washed my plate and loiter around the kitchen and cleaned some things in the kitchen before left for school,

"Stay safe." Sumire had bid me farewell and I couldn't help but tease her.

"Daddy will be home soon~" I said and I closed the door to a blushing Sumire and a slipper flying at me.

I laughed and went to school.

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"What?! You prepared all of this overnight?" I asked in absolute shock as I skimmed though the notes that Komi had made.

It was a note written in a simplified manner and answers from every chapter while also highlighting important points.

I shot a look of shock and appreciation towards her and Komi bashfully turned to the side. She also had this beautiful smile on her lips which I thought only I could see at that time with my special skill [Komi's language]

But it was a real smile.

Then my gaze turned worried and guilty, "Did you stay up late to make these? You didn't have to? I didn't want to bother you." I said.

She shook her head rapidly and told me that it was nothing serious and that she already had the notes before.

I didn't believe her obviously. The ink was too fresh and she clearly worked hard to make these for me.

"Thank you so much Komi."

I couldn't let all of Komi's efforts go into waste so I immediately get to studying and I did so throughout the day.

Marin also came during the break and she was absolutely excited when she saw the notes. She immediately hugged the silence out of Komi who yeeped in surprise.

Marin even had tears in her eyes when she knew that Komi put such work for her. That caused Komi to be confused and she was scared that Marin did not like the notes.

It was extremely funny and wholesome to see them interacting with each other. And I was also always there to prevent any kinds of misunderstanding from happening.

Just like that, school ended.

Then we head towards Komi's house together.

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