The Last Warlock

Mack punched the puppet in his face, but the puppet didn't even move an inch. An almost instantly Mack saw a number on the puppet eyes.

#54#

[As expected, you are in the 50s range of raw power]

"Is it good or bad?"

[Neither, it's lame, it will be less lame when you can do more than a 100 points and good when you can do at leat 500 points]

"I think I can do way more if I activate my middle finger runespell"

[The goal here is not just to do points of damage, is for you to be able to control your strength better, you are like one of those guys from Earth movies that have a machine gun, but when they fire they hit everywhere but the target, this is what is happening with your body right now, you are dispersing all the energy]

"I see... and how do I improve that?"

[Do the same with your sword first. Hit with just one sword]

Mack grabbed one of his swords with both hands, and hit the puppet at the top of his head, a simple but very powerful hit]

#451#

[See? You used a simple sword technique and the same body produced 450 of damage points]

"Thats natural. The sword can output almost all my strength as a lever, that's why people use swords to start"

[And you truly believe that you can't do this with only your own muscles and body? Alright... let me show you... Try to copy my movements...]

Said the old man, coming in front of the puppet.

Mack saw him staying with his left side been show to the puppet, then the old man slightly shifted his left foot and right foot in direction of the puppet and later the left foot slightly raised taking a step forward as the old man twisted his body and gave a punch at the puppet, but a few millimeters before touching the puppet the old man's fist stopped.

The right foot of the old man never moved and now his body was half inclined in the direction of the puppet.

[See? I used two kinds of technique here, centripetal force from my body twisting from the right foot to the right hand, plus the movement of the own arm, and later I used all my body as leverage to bring that force to hit the opponent at the same moment my fist touched it]

Said the old man, still keeping the same position so Mack could see it properly.

"I see... Why did you raise your left foot tho?"

[Good question, that is to not disperse the energy. If I didn't raise it from the ground, it would act as a counterpart to the energy produced from my right foot. Now try that.]

Said the old man, coming to the side for Mack to try it himself.

Mack came to the front of the puppet and stood looking at it from his left side just as the old man did, with his left side been show to the puppet. Mack twisted his foots raised the left one and punched the puppet.

#82#

[You missed the correct moment to raise your left foot, and you also missed the right moment to hit the puppet, a lot of energy got dispersed because of those two points, also, you twisted your body way too much, and instead of using the energy produced by this movement, you ended up using part of it to twist your body more than what was needed]

"It's seems so simple when looking at you doing it"

[And this... is just two very simple techniques... I will teach you way harder things than that]

Mack nodded and tried to punch the puppet again. This time, he paid more attention to his left foot. He was not sure how that timing to hit the puppet worked, so he ignored that part for now.

#97#

[Good, you already improved, your left foot came out of the ground almost at the correct moment, keep practicing this punch all this morning, things will feel more natural the more you practice, some things only will make sense when you feel them, like the correct moment that your fist should hit the puppet]

"Yes, I have no clue about that. How many times should I do this morning?"

[Don't stop until your punch hit 500 damage points]

Said the old man, taking a chair to sit down and watch Mack practice.

"All that? This will be hard. I barely hit 97 in the last one"

Said Mack, scratching the back of his head, this training would be boring as hell.

[What are you waiting for? Start! We only have one hundred days to prepare you.]

"Ok, Ok,"

Said Mack, getting into position to give a punch again.

~punch~

The sound of Mack fist hitting the puppet came and the old man closed his eyes to meditate. Or maybe he was sleeping. No one would never know.

Minutes turned into hours and the sound of the puppet being hit never stopped.

The old man opened his eyes and looked outside the window by his side. Night had arrived already, and the lights of the city illuminated the streets.

The old man looked to Mack, he was still practing, and saw that his chest was now naked without his battlesuit and completely covered in sweat.

~punch~

Mack hit the puppet again, and the number showed in the puppets' eyes was now 754.

'I indeed chose the right guy to be my heir. Not only talented, but he loves what he does.'

Thought the old man seeing that Mack was now in some kind of trance, not even seeing what number the puppet showed, only paying attention to the minute details that his own body produced, so he could improve and improve and improve.

~punch~

Another hit at the puppet, and sweat flew from Mack's body together with the punch, hitting the puppet at the same time.

'766, a little more and I will be able to teach him that technique.'

Thought the old man

~punch~

'He is ready'