Son of the Tower

Chapter 9 Training

When Mars woke up again, it was already midnight.

Lying on the big soft bed in the emergency center, the cub blinked after sleeping for half a day.

The mechanical prosthetic nurse at the side had already brought over a mirror, and Mars looked at himself in the glasses—the original moles on his face were gone, and he felt three-point pale.

"Mrs. Celine is the best beauty doctor in New Hangzhou." The mechanical prosthetic nurse noticed what Mars was thinking and immediately gave the correct answer.

Mars touched his face to confirm that it really grew on his face, and after a round of examination, the nurse announced that there was nothing wrong with Mars' body.

Now that there is no problem, Mars immediately chooses to leave the emergency center.

Before leaving, the mechanical prosthetic nurse handed over a large bag of freeze-dried and a cup of hot milk on the heater, saying that it was given to Mars by Mrs. Celine, the chief technician of the medical department.

Is that the human lady, Mars nodded gratefully.

Go back to your room, eat half the freeze-dried bag, drink the milk, throw the remaining half freeze-dried bag in the freezer built into the wall, and throw the empty bottle in the recycling bin.

Mars now feels full of energy, so he thought about it and decided to visit the training ground.

The mechanical guards patrolling the corridor immediately pointed out the way to Mars, and following its guidance, Mars came to the underground training ground, and was delighted to find that there was a shooting range here—to be honest, the killer who was shot that time , I still took the opportunity of his distraction. If his attention was on Mars, with the ability of a psyker, he should not let Mars' sneak attack succeed.

So after thinking about it, Mars decided to shoot a round of targets here first.

"I'm sorry, but the shooting range needs to be brought by the sage to complete the registration before it can be used." The mechanical administrator in charge of guarding the shooting range rejected Mars' request.

"Then when will the sage bring a little apprentice like me here?" Mars asked out of curiosity.

"When the deep dive is over, Master Sage will bring you here. If you are fine, I can recommend you to the training ground on the other side, where you can learn how to use cold weapons without hurting yourself." Mechanical Management Mr. Yuan's recommendation made Mars' eyes shine.

So he ran all the way to the weapons field, and Mars saw all kinds of weapons, from swords to spears, and all kinds of hammers. Mars was a little curious, and he turned to look at the mechanical administrator: "I Can you try it?"

"No problem, but you haven't registered, so you can only use iron and wood weapons." The mechanical administrator pointed behind Mars.

"Wooden, too light." Mars objected with his hands on his hips.

"Little guy, why don't you try it." The mechanical administrator also asked with his hands on his hips.

So Mars followed suit and came to a long-handled weapon rack. He stretched out his hands and grabbed a big gun, and then raised it.

On the unmanned training ground, there was a scream of a certain silly leopard trying all its strength.

After a while, Mars withdrew his hands. From the long weapon rack to the two-handed weapon rack, he stretched out his hands and grabbed a broadsword.

The screaming continued for a while, and Mars let go of his hands. With a confused expression, he came to the one-handed weapon rack. This time, Mars mustered up his courage and took down a dagger.

So heavy, this is what Mars thought of at the first time.

In the second moment, the short sword slipped from his hand, and the falling short sword hit the ground first, and then hit Mars' instep.

The screaming sounded again, and Mars rolled on the ground in pain.

In the end, Mars, who picked up the dagger with both hands, looked at Mr. Mechanic Manager sitting there: "Do you have any lighter weapons here?"

Mr. Machine Manager pointed.

Mars put the short sword in his hand back on the shelf, and then looked at the position pointed by Mr. Administrator.

There, 'weapons' with a decidedly toy appearance are on a shelf.

How can my Mars fight with toys!

This is impossible!

I still have to be shameless!
Hey...it's fine to use with one hand.

Mars raised his brows looking at the red and blue 'dagger' in his hand, and then looked impatiently at Mr. Administrator: "How do I train myself?"

"Follow the movements of the virtual trainer first, six hundred times." The administrator snapped his fingers at this point, and a projected human figure appeared not far from Mars.

The figure raised its sword.

Mars raised his sword following the movement of the figure.

The figure swung down the sword.

Mars also swung his sword.

"No! Can Mr. Administrator become stronger!" Mars asked while following the movement.

"You can't even hold iron and wood weapons with one hand. This is the most basic way of learning. If you want to become stronger, you still have to go a long way. Now all you have to do is to keep making six hundred swings. If you don't have enough stamina, how can you survive on the battlefield." Mr. Administrator replied.

Mars thought for a while, and felt that this gentleman was right. After all, he was still too weak, and he who couldn't even lift a wooden weapon must be incapable. Learning from scratch must be boring, but in order to learn Life-saving martial arts, and finally the ability to defeat the enemy, Mars is not afraid!

So Mars followed the figure in front of him and repeated it again and again.

After waving about [-] times, Mars, who could no longer feel his hands, looked at Mr. Administrator, who carried Mars and threw him to a chair beside him, and then Mars saw the mechanical arms from the ceiling and They drilled out of the floor, they were either massaging Mars's arms, or using various strange needles to hit Mars's arms, and even some mechanical arms were spraying strange potions on Mars's arms .

Although I don't know the reason for this, it is a fact that the feeling in both arms is returning.

Sour, swollen, painful, numb, and itchy.

"It seems that you are very happy." Mr. Administrator is clearly an intelligent machine, but he speaks like a human.

Mars can only cry, am I happy, is your electronic eye wrong, or your voice system is confused, ah, another needle has come in, what kind of purgatory is this, I can meow and swear .

"You can do this for the first time, and you are already very good." Mr. Administrator suddenly gave Mars a candy.

Almost a ton, super sweet kind.

Although Mars understands that basic training is very important, such boring training can't satisfy Mars. The young life can't wait to look at Mr. Administrator: "Mr. Administrator, if you can see my advantages, then when can I be with you You are practicing!"

"You can do it now. I haven't seen a kid like you who has the courage to challenge for a long time." A mechanical smile appeared on Mr. Administrator's mechanical face.

Mars' instinct was calling the police to his master.

Mr. Administrator went to the weapon rack, and he came to the lightsaber hilt rack.

Mars' instinct was crying out at the top of his lungs, begging Mars to run away.

Mr. Administrator's arms began to split, forming eight arms.

Mars instinctively lost his mind and started meowing.

Mr. Administrator picked up the eight lightsaber handles, turned to look at Mars: "Mars, I accept your challenge to me, are you ready?"

Following this demon-like whisper, spiritual energy supported the lightsaber to unfold, and Mars looked at the eight-branched lightsaber that looked like a lamp post in a hair salon with a dull expression.

Don't make noise, I'm barking.

(End of this chapter)