Arranged Marriage To The Princess Of The Red Scorpions Chapter 77
Advertisement
The training room was technically more like a building that was off by itself a little ways away from where the main estate was located. It was placed opposite of where the farm side of the property was mapped out but still within walking distance.
The original goal when it had been made was to for it to be somewhere that was rather hidden as it was built to serve as a safe room as well. With only a front door and no windows on it, it somehow reminded Samuel of a warehouse.
Clarice unlocked the door and had to give it a sharp tug in order for it to open fully. It seemed as though the door was a bit stiff from not being used for so long. Flipping the light switches, the whole room light up. Despite not having been used for a few years, it was far less dirty and unkempt than Samuel had expected it to be.
The lighting was bit dim compared to what it could be, but Clarice figured that it would be an easy fix to request new light bulbs put in. She was actually surprised that they still worked after so long in the first place.
"Hmm. It seems that when I come visit next I will want to consider bringing my own equipment with me." She mused as she stepped inside with the other following closely behind her. The walls were made of cement but the floor had been made out of bamboo. Bamboo was a good choice for any room that would experience a lot of traffic or rough training on it as it was quite durable.
The room was mostly empty except for one side which had rows of mats and other equipment that Samuel didn't quite know what it was, but he presumed as used in the past for combat training.
"These will do for now though. Probably could do with a good shaking off, but this one doesn't seem that bad." Clarice spoke to herself as she rummaged through the equipment and other items until she seemed to find what it was that she was looking for.
"This should be soft enough for you until you're used to learning how to fall without hurting yourself." Clarice spread out a large mat that looked like it was made from some type of carpeted material.
"Will I be having to do that often?" Samuel asked the other fixed the mat until it was laying out as flat as possible.
Advertisement
"That depends on how quickly you learn. Some people it only happens a few times, but for others it can be tens or upwards of a hundred times before they figure out how to control their bodies." Clarice replied as she took her shoes off to stand on the matt.
"Come over here though. I can't get started training with you if you're standing all the way over there." She beckoned the other to stand closer to her. Since the mat was large enough to handle two people standing on it. Samuel followed what she did and took her shoes off before he stepped onto the map. It felt awkward standing so close to someone else's personal space, but he didn't say anything about it as the other gave him a good look over. He winced slightly when she planted her hands on his shoulders rather roughly.
"Your posture is far too stiff for this. You need to relax your muscles more or else you will end up hurting yourself. You also need to spread your feet and legs slightly more in order to plant yourself on the floor better." She used her own foot as she spoke to help adjust Samuel's feet to be in a better position.
"Perfect. Now we can get serious about this." She clapped her hands as she poke.
"What exactly am I supposed to be doing now? You haven't actually told me how we are going to be starting."
"That's because it's going to be a learn as we go process. Since we already had a bit of a chance to talk before, we will just immediately jump into everything and see where we end up. First thing first, I want you to punch me. I assume that you have some experience with that you?" Clarice took a step back a she poke.
"When I was younger I did. But do you mean you really want me to try and punch you?" He clarified. Even though she was a woman who was highly trained, there was still something about trying to land a hit on a woman that felt wrong to him.
"Of course I want you to seriously try and punch me. How else am I supposed to learn what you're capable of." Clarice responded. She used her hand to motion him to start as she braced her own feet. He sighed feeling rather uncertain about the matter still, but since she was serious about him doing it. He shifted back to steps to give himself more space before he balled up his right hand and moved to punch Clarice. When he was younger, he didn't get into too many fights, but when he did, he was known for having a rather heavy hit which came to be one of the reasons why hardly anyone bullied him or his friends.
Advertisement
He braced himself to feel the impact that his punch would have, but he was surprised that he never made contact as Clarice had caught his first before it even touched her face.
"My, my. You certainly do have some power behind that hit, but your posture is all wrong if your goal is to actually try and hurt me. You need to position yourself differently." Clarice told him as she let go of his fist and pushed him back.
"Now try again, but focus on relaxing your shoulders more and on where you're trying to aim, don't just strike." She coached him as she shifted her position again. Samuel took a deep breath and focused on relaxing his shoulders before he got ready to throw his next punch. He wasn't prepared though for what happened next.
Much like the first time, Clarice caught his punch, but this time she pulled him towards her and used her opposite hand to grip the near the top of the neck of his shirt as she shifted her feet. Using the momentum, she pulled his arm up by the fist she had grabbed and pushed into him, sweeping his feet out from under him as she did this in order to throw him off balance and onto the floor.
Samuel hissed when his back made contact with the floor. He hadn't been expecting and didn't quite know what had just happened, but he knew that he couldn't get up yet because she was still keeping on hand on his chest to keep him pinned on the floor. The pressure she was using wasn't much and even when she threw him while it stung, she hadn't actually used her full strength to do it as her goal wasn't to hurt him.
"I hope I didn't end up hurting you too much, but you see you still didn't listen after I told you that you needed to shift the way that you were holding your body and shoulders so I thought maybe a little shock would help." Clarice moved her hand off his chest and took a step back but didn't attempt to try and help him stand up but instead let him do it himself.
"How am I supposed to know what I am doing wrong since this isn't something that I have been trained to do before?" Samuel winced as he stood up. He definitely felt it in his upper back where it hit the floor.
"You learn through practice of course, that's the whole reason why we're doing this. The best type of practice is by training your body to remember things." Clarice replied as she came over to Samuel to help him change his position.
"I am of course going to take time to teach you how to properly hold your body and how to move correctly through my own movements as well as shifting your body when necessary. However, in order to help you become more aware of when you're not getting it right, a little pain can go a long way in reminding your body subconsciously when it's doing something wrong if every time you're off or mess up- it's met with repercussions such as what just happened." She patted his back when she said this.
"So that's what you meant when you said that sometimes it can take people more than few times to learn how to do it right." He sighed as he rolled his shoulders.
"Yep! You do seem like you pick up on things quickly so I don't think you'll have deal with it often. Today though, we won't be getting really serious though because I didn't bring a right change of clothes with me and you need something less restrictive as well, but this will do for now to learn the basics. We'll also get your breathing in order so let's start over again but with something different this time." She told him as she took her original position back on the mat. Samuel could feel that it was going to be long hour or two going through this training. He just hoped it got easier over the days.
Advertisement
- In Serial45 Chapters
Amon, The Legendary Overlord
At age 5, Amon unlocks the unique “Fury” genetics and is what caused his behavior to change. After living with his grandparents for 11 years he learned to behave. For reasons he can't know, his grandparents faked their deaths, and now he needed to move. Now he would have to face a new challenge which was to live with his mother and stepfather and two twin sisters not linked by blood and go to school.
8 231 - In Serial40 Chapters
Reborn Magician Tyrant [Old]
Author's Note #4: This is the old, hastily written version. A great magician from the Human Kingdom travels west to fight the Demon Kingdom. Finally, after eight long years of war, the Human Kingdom emerges triumphant! But, just as the Human Kingdom begins to celebrate the victory, an enemy from a land far to the east attacks! After rushing to help support the Human Kingdom capital against the assault, the magician is met with the sight of his beloved city razed to the ground. The magician fights off whatever invaders he can, using whatever tactics he knows, but he is eventually felled in combat due to the superior abilities of the invaders. However, death is not the end! The magician reincarnates, awakening as a citizen of the empire which conquered his home! Author's Note #3: Okay, that's the end for me. This is too boring for me to continue writing, and I've gotten back to writing Reborn as a Dungeon Core in an Apocalyptic World. At 26,772 words, this has gotten too boring for me to continue. I'm probably going to take this basic story and rewrite it into something way better w/ longer chapters, but at least I had fun for the six days it took to write this much. PS - Love the reviews; they're great. Way to go, dude with 22 thumbs up and 0 thumbs down!
8 127 - In Serial8 Chapters
Godling
This is a story of a guy who one day comes home to find a program installed on his pc. He quickly learns that the program is just a game called godling that just showed up out of no where. Fair warning to all of you; I am not perfect, in fact i'm not even that good when it comes to writing. I do it mainly because I enjoy it, I always love writing stories and sometimes I will post it like I will with this one. My grammar could be better and my writing skills are so and so. I hope that by continuing to write I will grow as a writter so I would really appreciate it if you could point out my mistakes so that I can learn from them. This story will be pretty laid back as I suck at action, but that doesn't mean I won't try to add any. Release schedule is 2-4 chapters a month with each chapter about 1000 words give or take.
8 201 - In Serial38 Chapters
Sony Vegas Resources
Recursos Para Poder Editar Vídeos Con: ●Colorings ●Tutoriales ●Efectos ●Escenas ●Voces ●Packs ●Overlays ●Etc... -De mis editoras favoritas de youtube y algunos mios. Créditos a las respectivas creadoras de los recursos y para quien creó los recursos para la portada.
8 252 - In Serial8 Chapters
Relevance
(The story plot and name is subjected to change in due time.) Set during the cold war that never ended in a reality called Orbis. It follow the story of several characters of several nationalities and entities in different events in the timeline of the cold war of Orbis. This is more or less, a anthology series.
8 159 - In Serial46 Chapters
UMA ESTÓRIA DANATUÁ (ficção - português)
Um demônio, uma demiana, um dahr e uma nefelin. Em comum entre todos eles apenas o fato de serem guerreiros formidáveis que, provavelmente, não deveriam ter se encontrado. Apesar das esperanças de que tudo ocorresse bem, para a grande maioria não havia como não se matarem no processo. A cada encontro um confronto terrível, e o que os coloca sob uma perspectiva mais dramática é a guerra em que eles estão imersos, uma guerra tão vasta e terrível que tem o poder para causar o fim de uma era. Mas, no sorriso tranquilo de alguns poucos, a visão de destino e a face sorridente de um deus. O que poderia dar errado? [...] - Não tenho contratos com vocês – rilhou Mercator. – Nem com qualquer outro ser, anjo, demônio ou deus, por miserável que seja. Escuridão examinava Mercator, os olhos frios e calculistas. - Nos batemos naquelas cavernas, e perdemos tudo e... - Se perderam tudo é porque seu inimigo te superou. Que diferença eu poderia ter feito? [...]
8 215

