Sign of the Zodiac: Aries
[Sign 2: Taurus] Training

The next day, Ekhtuya led Bianco into the forest. Now, they are experiencing a new crisis: poverty. All Bianco's money was gone by an irresponsible thief yesterday. Now they have to hunt in the woods just for breakfast. They are even threatened with homelessness because they can no longer pay the rent.

Even so, Ekhtuya looked calm. He's used to that. It was precisely Bianco who was a little overwhelmed following the woman's lifestyle. Bianco has absolutely no experience living in the wild. Hunting and concocting did not seem to suit him. Not to mention the cold and the mosquitoes in the forest are extraordinarily ferocious. But Bianco is still diligently trying to adapt without much complaining. He felt sympathy for Ekhtuya who had been living this kind of life for a long time.

After grilling the rabbit meat for breakfast, Bianco ate while making sure Ekhtuya's wounds did not open again after hunting. Though Bianco has tried to do it for the sake of Ekhtuya can rest. But then again, hunting was not his specialty either.

“Until when should we live like a barbarian tribe like this?” bianco's real complaint worries Ekhtuya.

“It's not glaring, Bian. This kind of life is called wandering. The more suitable people to be called vagrants are those who beg for food in your cities. Although I do not blame them considering the social life conditions in Nuchas are indeed very bad,” Ekhtuya argued while plucking the petite thighs of rabbits.

Bianco sighed softly. It was glimpsed with the wound of Ekhtuya who began to blush because of the seepage of blood from the wound that re-opened.

“Good. So when should we travel like this?” bianco asked his words.

“Until I make sure you're the one I'm looking for or not. And if not, then you should get used to living like this until I find the person I'm looking for,” Ekhtuya replied lightly.

Bianco decided not to ask again. The answer is too abstract. It seems like they will have even tougher days after this.

“After you finish eating, try practicing hitting the tree trunk. I will also train you a bit of martial arts. You are too weak for the size of the Nuchas,” Ekhtuya said later.

Bianco never aspired to be a fighter. To be honest he did not like violence because the average strong person is usually stupid, especially the torero. They were too arrogant to lose their own dignity. That's why Bianco isn't interested in being strong. For him, living regularly and promising work is enough. But their current situation may indeed require Bianco to become stronger, just in case he has to face danger in the future.

“Alright,” said Bianco more because you want to make Ekhtuya satisfied.

“I can no longer,” sigh Bianco while stinginging. Both backs of his hands were heavily injured and the pain spread to his shoulders.

“New two hundred and thirty-three and you've given up? By the way your punch is very weak. Look, the trunk of the tree is not eroded at all. You're just stroking him, Bian,” protests Ekhtuya while sitting and propping up his chin.

Bianco's persistence clearly cannot be applied in this activity. Above all, Bianco has never been in the mood to be strong.

“Alright, we rest for a while while I tell you the techniques of strengthening the blow,” Ekhtuya said later.

Bianco also sat down while leaning his back on the tree trunk that he beat up. Ekhtuya held out the minu water in a container that he had brought everywhere. The woman also wiped the Bianco sweat gently.

“It turns out not only is your heart soft, Bian. Even your punches are as soft as silk,” joked Ekhtuya insinuated Bianco.

“I am not easily provoked, even if you mock me with the most painful expression,” Bianco said calmly.

Ekhtuya scowled in annoyance. “When I just want to motivate you,” protest.

Bianco chuckled and rubbed Ekhtuya's head. “I know you are very strong, but sometimes your behavior is very childish, Ekhtuya. If you want me to try, just tell me what it is. I will comply with all your requests as long as it makes sense,” he said frankly.

Ekhtuya smiled sweetly. “Then, please try harder, Bian. At least you should be able to do a thousand blows after this. Beat the tree trunk until it falls,” continued Ekhtuya while pointing the tree trunk behind Bianco.

The young man could only take a deep breath while wiping his profuse sweat.