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That is why I begin my new stage, my new life, my new movements within my own game, creating more and more challenges to return to life.
I couldn't say no to all this, I couldn't refuse to be like them for a couple of months until this was over.
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I don't want anything to stop me, so the next day I prepare to have my first training session with Tamara. We met in the patio, he was rolling up some bandages when I arrived and he also bandaged my knuckles. I saw every move, heard every word until I was standing against a punching bag.
"When faced with any attack, you should think that it is like having a fight or battle with a boxing fighter," he explains to me. You must see their weak points, you must see if their legs or arms are neglected to be able to attack. For this examination of your opponent you will not have an hour, you will have seconds in which you must detect their flaws, their setbacks or where you can strike to gain an advantage.
-I understand.
—The body is one, its muscles and each limb must be well connected because each blow, each attack is a joint movement —he informs—. If we do such a movement, keep in mind that there is a set of muscles that must be put to work.
Tamara shows me her movements, kicks, arms, fists and combos that she does by moving her entire body. Each blow falls on the bag, his punches are dry, I like the sound his muscles make when he delivers that brutal blow, imagining attacking the throat. It shows me how to make the first movements, face to face it shows me how to detect when a region is weak, where I can attack and every piece of information that will help me defend myself.
This is like having personal boxing classes, only here they show me where to hit to kill my opponent with a single blow. I don't waste time thinking about other things, but I do waste time thinking about how good Salvatore and I would look fighting. I can't stop thinking about him, he hurt my head ever since he allowed me into his bed.
I think that a fight with him would be a challenge, because if I am capable in a while I would be prepared to beat him in a battle. I could fight a man, although my mentor explains to me that because I am made of steel and with worked muscles, I will not be able to win in all of them or I will emerge unscathed.
Many times our enemy can be twice as tall or twice as heavy, or both. Which means that no matter how many ovaries I have to face that person, I must consider my disadvantages in terms of weight and height.
—You can do any maneuver with your feet, hands, fingers or arms that can leave your opponent on the ground. —We stop to drink some water and breathe—. By learning all this you will be able to handle knives or even weapons. When you know how to manipulate these you will have less muscle fatigue because your weapons can help you deliver a perfect blow without taking up your legs or arms.
-How difficult is it?
—It's all a matter of perseverance, and above all, you'll be lucky if you have good aim because it will help you finish off any enemy even in the distance.
-Let's continue.
I don't stop, after resting for a few minutes it fills me with data again and shows me how to hit the right shots. I myself imagine that the punching bag is a whole person, it shows me pointing to parts of the body and I hit hard. Ultimately I will end up grinding my muscles to pieces.
I end up exhausted, I fall to the ground trying to control my breathing, my whole body is full of sweat until the sunlight stops shining directly on my face because Salvatore appears. He stands, watching me slowly die from training.
—Your first day of training and you are further away than here.
-You are a bastard.
—I'm not because I thought so much about you that I spoil you after this, it's mediocre.
-Sorry?
—Two hours, I thought your challenge would be to train a little more, learn some more information or see Tamara in action.
—I've done enough!
"As you say," the very cynical smiles. Go take a shower and have the maids take you to the massage and sauna room, I'll see you there.
I don't say anything, I get up huffing and cursing. For me it was a great training session in which I almost gave it my all to end up dead on the training field. My legs are shaking, I don't know how I can get into the shower, my things have been changed, especially by Salvatore who goes into my other room to take out my things and put them in his own room.
Let it be known that I did not appropriate his piece of property, he moved my things himself.
When I finish washing, I put the sanitary towel over my panties although I am bleeding only the smallest part. I have a nice pair of gray sweatpants and sneakers, this feels good. The service people are in charge of taking me to the ground floor, they take me down a hallway until I enter a closed room with paintings and four massage tables.
—Good afternoon Miss Fiore, I am your masseuse, change your clothes for the towel.
-Massage therapist?
—Yes, it's yours —Salvatore appears through a door that he leaves open, there is a bathroom inside this same room. While they give you the massage I go to the sauna.
