Winston strolled through the wide-open field, which had been outfitted with military drills placed at different points. Boris made his way over to a substantial container, specifically a twenty-liter jerry can that was crafted from green plastic. The immense size of the field, which was comparable to the dimensions of a football stadium, left Winston in a state of shock as he observed its vastness from his vantage point. As Winston was in the midst of his amazement, Boris patted him on the back, bringing him out of it. Glancing over at Boris, he had a grin on him. He looked proud of the field, with a smile he said. "Such a beautiful day today, anyway my young friend, let's get back to work. We will start with a run carrying these jerry water cans," he pointed to the two green, full watered jerry cans. He continued, "We will carry them over to the other side of the field, you ready, my young friend?" with a glance over the twenty litter green plastic jerry cans.
This method of training, which involves utilizing heavy jerry cans, develops functional strength, setting it apart from the traditional approach of lifting weights at a gym. Carrying an uneven, hard to grip object while running. strengthens core muscles, legs and hips, arms and shoulders. Twenty steps away from where he started, Winston struggled to carry the green jerry can further. He took a moment to prepare himself, setting down the jerry can, and then cast a glance towards Boris, who was jogging along with a jerry can slung over his shoulder, before stopping, turning around, and holding his position for Winston. As he jogged towards Boris, the jerry can now resting on his other shoulder, his original shoulder began to throb with intense pain, causing him to alternate between both shoulders as they gradually became numb. Boris suggested doing five laps in a straight line.
[Nether Essence: 65%]
[Voltage Core: 65%]
Winston felt like his whole body was burning after the final lap, experiencing an unprecedented level of exhaustion because of the demanding military-style training. He sat for a bit to recharge, and upon standing, felt completely revitalized. He observed his arms with astonishment at his rapid energy restoration, and upon looking at the core system, he surmised that it must be Nethen essence that restored his energy. Every time a percentage goes up, he recovers his drained energy; of course, this was his assumption. And his assumption was actually correct, but what he didn't know was that Nethen essence was only recovering his energy when he had raised a percentage. That's why all the time he found it hard to sleep thanks to his workaholic nature.
As Winston rose and moved towards the Jerry cans, Boris gave him a surprised nod. He grins, noticing Winston also nodded back. Then, each carrying Jerry Cans, completed another five laps, and this lap spanned the entire day. Out of breath, Winston looked up, and just like clockwork, his energy surged back to its peak.
[Nether Essence: 68%]
[Voltage Core: 68%]
He looked at Boris, who was sweating heavily with his hands on his hips, and wiped his forehead. Boris turned to Winston with a grin. He gave Winston a thumbs up. Winston was amazed by how resilient Boris was, this training was brutal. "You know, my young friend, when Dumi said you liked intense training, I thought he was joking,"
Stretching his arms, neck, and doing a few leg stretches. Boris got up after he finished stretching, and he said, "Want to do more training, my young friend?"
"Yes, please, Mr. Boris. If you don't mind me asking—are you training people in this field?"
Boris glanced over at Winston with a small grin, he replied, "Believe it or not, I am a contract trainer, my clients are people who look to lose weight, or delinquents, or youth military squads."
"And when I received a call from Dumi asking me to train you, I was surprised because the last time I trained with a football player was him, back in the day."
Winston surprised, he glanced over at Dumi who was watching them from a distance, his heart skipped a beat. He was happy that he was training the same training that made Dumi a legend in the football world. Recalling Boris's statement, he jerked his head toward him. He pondered the cost Dumi paid for the private lesson, as Boris saw the anxiety on Winston's face. He continued, "Don't worry about money, kid, since you are Dumi's apprentice. It is in the house, beside Dumi and I go way back. Hahaha, did you know that he only ran like three laps of the Jerry cans training before collapsing? He woke up the next day."
Unable to hold back, Winston joined the laughter, not anticipating he'd break Dumi's training record. When they both glanced at Dumi, who was now furrowing his brow from a distance, he wondered what was so funny. For a considerable duration, they maintained a pattern of looking at him and then dissolving into laughter, their amusement continuing unabated until Boris, in between gasps of mirth, finally uttered,
"okay let's do another exercise before we call it a day, it's getting late. Since you have a good body shape, we should focus on building more muscle. When was the last time you lifted weights?"
"A month ago, back at the club gym," Winston said, anxiously rubbing his head.
Boris nodded, crouching down, opening a heavy black suitcase, "You know, my young friend.. For someone of your age, you have a soldier's endurance," Boris glanced at Dumi, who nodded at him, and he nodded back. Winston noticed both of them being secretive, and a rush of anxiety came over him. When he glanced at Dumi, he waved with a friendly grin. Until two heavy, black, circular- strapped ankle weights wrapped around his ankles.
Click! click!
"Well, my young friend, you asked for intense training, now you got one," Boris said with a grin while patting Winston on the back. Dumi strode toward Boris and Winston and said, "Since the sun has set, let's call it a day, and as Boris said, your intense start now. We have three days until we head back to the city." with a yawn he continued, "I am cooking today, I am thinking of." as he named the type of dish he want to cook, he glance over at Winston who was fidgeting with the heavy circular- strapped ankle weight, Dumi said with a smirk, "or you will be wearing those ankle weights for the duration of our stay, good luck moving in them they 20 Kilograms (Approximately 44.1 Pounds lbs.). You don't want to starve or get cold, you better start moving."
After struggling for a while to walk, overwhelmed by regret. Dammit I didn't think this one through; seeing Maximilian, the striker coach, fueled me to want more intense training, even though the drills Dumi was giving were already tough. But these military ones are even harder.
While lying flat on his back on the rough field, he recalled seeing the stars with his family. When the news on the television said there was going to be a meteor shower, the entire area became lively. It was like a festival, seeing his family all in one place, happy, joking, and enjoying themselves. And receiving his new football boots from his parents, right there and then, Winston stood up and started dragging his feet. The walk felt like he was fighting with gravity; the feeling was actually worse than when his legs were swollen with bulging veins. He dragged himself until he reached the stairs pointing to the house yard. As the weather outside became more blustery, Winston opted to get down on all fours to ensure he could keep his balance. After a long time, he entered the house. Both Dumi and Boris were just sitting quietly on the lounge table, Dumi reading his paperwork while Boris was cleaning his equipment with a cloth. Without glancing at Winston, Dumi said, "Food on the dining table, and please kid, don't drag your feet," Winston, with a nod, he still dragged his feet.
[Nether Essence: 69%]
[Voltage Core: 69%]