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When Yoshi asked the question, though, he jumped, not realizing he had been so obvious with his observation.
    “I’m sorry, I’ve just never met someone who was born of two races before.”
    “And? Do you have a problem with it,” Yoshi asked with raw ire in his voice.
    “Not at all! I did not mean to offend you! I am truly appreciative of any help I could receive from an adept like yourself.” Richter raised both hands in a mollifying gesture.
    Yoshi gave a loud ‘hmpf .’ “Well enough then. We might as well get started. Hold onto that crowbar you call a sword if you can!” Yoshi picked up a bundle of thick sticks he had next to him and walked over to Richter. He dropped the bundle when he was a few steps away from Richter and drew a four-foot long piece of wood from the collection. It was a thumb width in size and bare patches showed where smaller twigs had been torn off.
    “Now attack me,” Yoshi said.
    Richter looked at him with uncertainty, “You’re not going to use a sword?”
    “No, I’m going to use these branches.”
    “Why? I don’t want to hurt y-. Owww!”
    As Richter was talking, Yoshi had leisurely raised his stick and then there was a blur. Richter hadn’t seen the man move, but he felt the stick strike him in the side of the head. He grabbed the spot that was throbbing, taking a step back. When he looked up again, Yoshi was standing in the same place with a calm expression on his face.
    “I am using this stick for several reasons. You have just discovered one of them. It allows me to instruct you without the risk of immediate and irreparable injury. When I give you a command, I expect it to be followed. You may always ask questions, but only after, or time permitting, during, the completion of my command. Now come face me and attack.”
    Richter rubbed his head and glared at the man. He wanted to be attacked? Fine! Richter would give Yoshi a little scar to remember him by. He stomped up to the smaller man. With no hesitation he lunged forward, sword positioned to scrap the man’s ribs. That was the intention anyway. What actually happened, was Richter began to move forward, Yoshi did something, and then he was lying on his back. The sword was no longer in his hand and now his right wrist, both temples, chest and left leg were all throbbing. It was now very clear why Hisako had told him to put on his enhanced armor. Even wearing it and with Yoshi using only a stick, this was incredibly painful!
    Richter heard a long suffering sigh come from Yoshi. “Banished gods, why have I been sent such a hopeless case? Well, get back up human. We have a lot of work to do.”
    Richter’s only answer was the combination of a slow exhale and a groan.
     

CHAPTER 2

    The rest of the day was a study in abuse. The strikes with the stick didn’t remove more than one health at the most. The worst injury Richter received was actually when he tripped over his own feet and landed on a rock. The minor loss of health did not translate to the pain he felt, though! Yoshi was a true sadist. Richter was convinced that the man had methodically beaten every square inch of his body. After hours of torment, with no lunch break, Richter might add, Yoshi said it was time to stop. That was only because the sun was going down.
    After Yoshi called it quits for the day, he just picked up his bundle of sticks and walked away without another word. The reason for the large number of sticks became clear after Yoshi had broken the first one against Richter’s thigh. The point was further illustrated when the second stick broke across Richter’s back. By the third break, Richter stopped thinking about it. That was partly because when that particular branch broke, it was across the back of his head. It was nice having a pause in the training, even if it was because he had been knocked unconscious for a short period of time.
    Richter slowly stumbled after the sword adept /sadist, his entire body screaming in protest. He just