Such hard and unforgiving bedding, the cushioning separating myself from the cold steel was basically nonexistent. The thin film of course sheeting used to cover my body was molded and on the verge of crumbling from its long passage of time.
The barracks were filled with hundreds of similar bunks.
The smell was almost intolerable, sweat, feces, decay and other such disgusting fumes filled the building.
Groggily opening his eyes in reluctance Alex forced his body to prop up into a seating position.
'Haaaa' Alex yawned, his eyes tearing up as a consequence.
The time was 1 AM and every other person was either asleep or on extended watch to assess and ensure the region's security.
Normally soldiers were awakened by superiors at 5AM, yet Alex was awake and it was 1.
Placing one arm over his chest Alex stretched to release any build-up tension received through the night.
Rubbing my temples I adjusted my current slouched posture to a more firm and confident comportment.
Uhhh, I grunted as a sharp stabbing pain ensued from my head.
The collective fatigue of several days of sleepless nights was beginning to take its toll, I've only had a collective twenty minutes of sleep during my time here.
Closing my eyes I forced my will to reconcile and slow in speed, then I raised my arm before proceeding to press my index finger on the center of my brows.
Seeping from the fingers tip was a faint golden stream of unrefined Prana which then began to tether to the tissues of the brain and cascading onto nerves.
The problem of sleep was solved for now.
Pulling my tired body to the bunk ledge I slowly began to descend my body towards the ground.
With my legs now firmly placed on the ground, I made my way down the makeshift hall of bunks.
Though my gaze was forward and seemingly focused, that couldn't be further from the truth. My constant perception was mainly directed towards my peripheral vision, the view provided me with the sight of idle figures that would occasionally shift and churn around their respective bunk.
Having finally faced the caved-in steel door at the exit, I leaned my adequately sized body against it, gradually attempting to push it open by using my body weight to compensate for my physical limitations.
After several seconds of ramming his shoulder into the door exterior, it finally broke from its stubborn standstill and opened allowing Alex passage.
Exiting the building I was met with the frosted air of the rural night, the sky was as always within this blasted world clear,
Reminiscing life on earth, Alex came to realize how much better such a world was.
His old world's normality was not rooted in magic, with animals and people who can threaten the livelihood of millions, and a bloody damn landmass comparable to a bs cultivation world, why millions of miles, is a few thousand not enough?! … but basically everything else was the same.
Even in this world human nature was the same lofty thing, people still acted on their desires without giving commonsense a greeting, while others hoped and get this that they could be reborn into a world without magic. The irony in that statement was extremely enjoyable to hear.
Shaking my head at the old thought, I began to walk down the street and towards the tame version of a masochist playground.
"Am I becoming a masochist?" I mused, it was rather funny, at the beginning of my transmigration I hated training while dredging each grueling second that Evelyn pressured me with.
Yes, mussels were constantly torn, bones shattered and their sharp edgest pierced though my flesh making for a rather tramitc experiace, aggressive spars with the mum which would only yield a collection of lasteration by the end, Even thouhg she never moved and merely flicked her finger manipulating a tinge of surrounding energy that she would use to block or enforce any attack.
Entering the grounds, I noted the desolate environment and still silence.
The grounds were an open-air unit allowing for the free passage air circulation.
Making way to a large desolant plot within the training ground center I gingerly rested the satchel sound over my shoulder to the ground while keeping mind of its contents.
Unzipping the bag I grasped the long thin bandaged encased shaft of my trident.
To loosen up my current knotted body I began to swing the strident in a downward motion.
Though still slightly hazed my currently performance was not prevented, y body's mussel memory on accord with practicing such movements hundreds of thousands of times began to act unconsciously.
Each movement of mine was swift and decisive, a minute perceivable error was made with the following motion.
Increasing the intensity of each slash I began flailing the Trident around my body thrusting forward before proceeding with the following motion of an upward strike utilizing my back and shoulder muscles to fluidly follow each movement.
Each of my moments proficiently implemented the property of inertia to increase the power and speed held by each behaving incremental attack.
With each flail of my spear, I would yield a steady gradual increase of the potential energy held behind each attack, This process was similar to how exponential functions behave, with a constant increase where both the base and the exponent grow in relation to one another, influenced by the constant of force. However, unlike these exponential functions, the increase in power cap was finite and bounded by the practitioner's physical prowess and endurance. In theory, if we set aside the physical and worldly limitations, a person could hypothetically increase their attack power infinitely.
however unlike these functions,
I'll have to thank Evelyn for teaching this martial art and attuning it so that my weak body could easily practice.
"On that note, I should probably send mo-... Evelyn a few messages, she seems to be a loner and lacks friends, so I should at least give her some encouraging messages, and a thank you." Alex voiced with a self-assuring nod
Finalizing the simple series of practiced motions, I completed the light portion of the training.
Rummaging through the satchel contents I grasped a firmly soft rugged paper-like material which I promptly used to bind my hands to the trident's shaft.
Displaying a content grin, I positioned myself into a stance before swiftly performing numerous amount of thrusts.