Chương 65: Stabbing Tutorial

I don't have time to figure out water magic. I don't think I do. And I don't have a lead anyway. I don't have a lead. And since I'm a good filial son with the power of invisibility in the middle of a war, the mind of an adult, and a lot of weapons with multiple timers ticking down, right now, they're still ticking, tick, tick, tick, I don't have time.

So I decided that training the flow -which is my only lead really, yes it is, that's my only lead, my true and only lead, that's the thing that gives me magic, but I already have hundred hours of training on it and I don't have a hundred hours to train right now, I don't, I really don't, and I don't have another lead, I don't- I don't. The rain is hitting hard today, the sound tapping against the wall and covered window of my room. Nobody's home. Thankfully.

The water is probably pooling somewhere, in a ditch maybe, something big, something that can gather water without making a mess. But I don't have a lead. That's the truth. That's all there is, I just don't have a lead, that's all there is. Pulling my kunai up, I focus on the only thing that's worth my time right now. Weapons training. Because really? Water magic sounds great-really really great- but does it matter? Really!? DOES IT!? When I don't even know what kind OF FUCKING magic I'll be able to spit out.

And when my only ONLY SINGLE lead, the flow, promises hours upon hours of training for no progress in sight!? Weapons are a sure bet. Whether you're old. Young. Strong or weak, a sharp knife can transform you into a real threat. A real threat that can act, now. Now. I have a kunai in my hand right now, but that's basically the same as a knife. It's more comfortable to carry in my little hand. And as long as it stabs that's all that matter. In any case!

You may wonder, HOW are you supposed to be dangerous with a kunai and a two years old body nebe? Well, the answer to this is simple. In the middle of my room, I turn, in a slow relaxed walk. My feet slide on the ground, my flow is thick around me, invisibility. Still, that's not enough. My hands are in my pockets, the pockets of my cloak, the attire I'll wear before killing. There's still the boxes in my room, and there's still the bed, and the trap abo-!

A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. My hand lashes out.

One-two-three-four-five-six my chest stretches too hard way too fast but I continue -seven-eight-nine-ten my breathing is rough and straight from the mouth, big inhale, big exhale then eleven-twelve-thirteen-fourteen- fifteen my flow breaks, it broke before but I didn't noticed it more like COULDN'T notice it, my right foot hurt as it slams against the ground again and again and again and again everytime my hand lashes out -sixteen-seventeen-eighteen-nineteen-twenty. I pull back.

In my hand there's my trembling kunai, trembling because of the exertion I put it through. My breathing is rough, still coming from my mouth, my shoulders raising, my heart is beating in my chest begging for attention it won't receive, doesn't matter. It'll calm down soon enough. This is how you're dangerous as a kid. Keep a kunai in your cloak. Multiples, some in outside pockets, some in insides, at least one kunai in each pocket so it's always accessible in whatever situation and position you're in.

Then, be invisible, act like everything is fine while getting closer to the target and stab them until you're sure they'll never get up again. That's how you do it. Forcing a breath through my nose again, forcing a rhythm again, I think about the problems with this, the first one, of course, is shown by looking above me. At the trap I can't reach. I'm small. But even then, that's fine, I'll probably be able to stab their guts and that's all I need to kill.

Did try some weird stuff like jumping and attacking the neck, but.... it doesn't seems that good, especially when you add on my invisibility to that, it's just risking an early reveal. It's way better to just. Stab. Again. And again. And again. I'll need to find a way to train this under resistance... STILL! That's an emergency situation, for example when I lose my crossbow or anything like that. It's not for when I'm in close quarters, because if someone is searching for me, my invisibility goes bye bye.

For emergency, it's way better to do that. I lift my hands up and put on a PATHETIC expression, pathetic, truly pathetic, well maybe pathetic isn't the right word.... The better word would be... pitiable. One step back, two ste-? Wait! Rushing toward my first ever box and grabbing the mirror above it, I look at my face. Hmmmmm... nah, needs more eyebrow raising, widen the eyes more yeah, yeah, that's it, think about bad stuff, get those tears out and yes! You're just be-au-ti-ful!

Don't forget the fear, force it, act it, remember exactly that you may just die, just DIE, YOU'RE GONNA DIE YOU PIECE OF SHIT, DIE! Good, that's the expression, slouch a bit and ACTION! Back in the middle of my room with four little steps back, my hands come up in the universal gesture of 'I'm not a danger, I'm harmless' and with the steps back and the expression on my face, it's more like 'Pleaaaaase don't kill me! Pleeeeaaaase!' Talking about that my lips start moving to let out pure fire.

Ah, my baby voice, finally useful. Something tugs in my heart as I hear my own voice, young, a baby voice almost crying, a shaking in the words as if I could barely stop myself from shaking, stumbling through words before I commit a murder. My hands are up, yes, but close to my chest. And do you know what's close to them? Another pocket. With another kunai in it. When I'm done stabbing the air like a madman, I practice another situation. Because really, that's all I can do.

I can probably punch above my weight class, but what's above my weight class is 7 years old, not enemy soldiers. Subterfuge is pretty much my only weapon. Practicing with it is necessary. How can I expect to be good at stabbing with only one arm while my other one is being dragged and pulled away if I never practiced it? How can I expect to be good at stabbing if I'm being pinned down and I need to use this back pocket that's hard to reach with my little limbs?

How can I expect to be good at stabbing when my hair is pulled back if I'm not ready to resist and stab? How? So that's what I do. In all situations. With one arm, two arms. Without my legs.

While being smothered -big blankets are good practice dolls for this- when standing on unsteady ground, wet ground especially, so I practice, right there with water on the ground, stabbing, utilizing every single pockets that's available to me, using a range of different kunais and even bigger knives or daggers, even if they don't fit me well, just to get used to the feeling of using different weapons if the situation turns bad.

I keep training, until my crying sounds worse than the agonizing dying meows of a kitten. Acting, stabbing, for hours. Because after all, one needs to be throughout. Well, hopefully I'll just be able to kill everything from far away. Talking about this, want to know how's my crossbow training is going?