The bricks crushed under King's heavy elbow.
Armor King, his mentor, grunted his approval and said. "Now add on two more and do it again."
Kind went to the far side of the dojo and picked up five bricks. He crushed these with his elbow as well.
Armor King slightly nodded his head. "Now use seven of the heavier bricks. No slacking."
He did as told. As he performed his brick-crushing Elbow Drop he thought of his past training. King the First had been encouraging, supportive, and caring. Under him, the training was just as challenging. However, King had given him rest breaks and ample time to recover between training sessions. Then at the end of their training they'd sit down to a delicious meal of turkey, corn, and mashed potatoes.
Under Armor King, he had no rest breaks, limited time to recover, and if you wanted food- you had 5 minutes to run up the hill to the house, put in the 16-digit security code, get to the fridge, and shove down half a ham sandwich before running back down to the dojo. The schedule was rigourous- asleep at midnight and up at 4 pm. 20-mile jog to the other side of the city and back, then the weight-lifting, brick-breaking,etc. Truthfully, he didn't even like training under Armor King, but he knew he had to in order to exact his revenge on whoever had killed his foster father. So he put up with Armor King's non-sentimental attitude and pushed himself harder than ever before. Because he knew it was his duty…and it's what his father would want.