The Universe Is Innately Just 92 Foundational Training

Fell quietly walked inside of an empty room in his apartment. The dimly lighted room managed to slightly relax his overused senses as he had been under tremendous pressure in Battle League. He decided that he should meditate a little bit as he had focused too much on training his skills.

He walked towards the bed in the room and sat on it, his leg crossed as he sat in a lotus position. After a few moments, his breathing was regulated, and he soon attained a correct meditation condition. Time ticked as his mind thought about nothing. Every time he breathed out, he felt as if his insecurities and fears about the future were being cleansed out of his psyche.

His mind seemed to expand under his breathing exercise and his awareness went from introspective to retrospective. The night quietly pa.s.sed without any noticeable event and soon enough, the morning's soft light illuminated the streets of New Casablanca.

Fell heard some movement in the house causing his eyelids to open up. His hand slapped the ground lifting himself in an instant, and popping sound escaped from his joints as he moved his limbs around. A satisfied smiled appeared on his face as he silently walked out of the room.

He walked straight towards the bathroom as he had heard the door being closed a few seconds before. His hand grabbed the metallic handle and swiftly turned opening the door. A panicked scream resounded through Fell's apartment and a naked Wind could be seen hiding his body parts.

"Your training starts today!", Fell exclaimed loudly as he startled the sleepy Wind.

"Ehh!?", A strange sound escaped from Wind as he began to understand who the individual in front of him was. Fell had left the apartment in a hurry last time, and he didn't seem to be coming back anytime soon. Wind began enjoying his life in the apartment and spent most of his day relaxing while emptying the fridge. "Nn…now?", Wind finally managed to blurt a word.

Fell nodded with a serious expression on his face. A chilling smile was slowly drawing on his face as he spoke again.

"Prepare yourself as you will sweat blood today! I'll advise that you shower to awaken your mind.", He advised him as he left the bathroom.

Wind s.h.i.+vered as he saw the demonic expression on his brother's face. Fear flashed on his eyes as he weakly asked, "Are you serious, brother?! Am I seriously going to sweat blood?". He looked at his skin with a pitiful gaze as his imagination filled his mind with fear.

Fell didn't respond to Wind's panicked questions and walked toward the kitchen. Anzar had taught him that nutrition was a major pillar when it came to training, and as he would take Wind through h.e.l.l itself during his training, he should at least fill his stomach. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

He lit up the electric stove in his kitchen and began working on cooking a nutritive breakfast. He took out dozens of eggs out of the fridge and several other condiments. Herbs that helped in blood circulation, spices that helped waking up the mind.

His hand flashed in front of him, and all of the eggs were broken in half while their contents dropped inside of a large bowl. He grabbed a knife in front of him and minced the herbs together. His movement stopped when the herbs attained a satisfying size and texture.

During this time, he could hear the sound of water flowing inside the shower. Knowing that the young official would be ready soon, he worked faster toward finis.h.i.+ng the nutritive meal. He walked towards the fridge and took out a large basket filled with potatoes. After a few movements of his limbs, the potatoes were peeled and cut in small cubes.

He grabbed a bottle filled with oil, and his wrist snapped as he oiled a large metallic pan. After mixing the eggs with the herbs, spices, and potatoes inside of the bowl, he threw its content on the pans.

Time slowly ticked and soon enough breakfast was ready. He heard the bathroom door open as a fresh Wind stepped outside, he breathed in and felt a salivating aroma brush his nostrils. His leg took him towards the odor's origin, and he soon found a sitting Fell in the kitchen.

In front of him was a large plate filled with an omelet. He focused on the meal and noticed small cubic shaped potato and asked in a doubtful voice.

"Isn't it supposed to be breakfast? Won't I throw up from overeating?", he asked as he drew a chair to sit on.