Next week Dracul was put through high levels of combat and techniques from a master rank, as usual he studied hard on the movements and did them at first at a moderate pace then sped up as he progressed.

after training with his Sensei's he trained by himself, he tied some heavy metal on his shins and forearms it was they were made from a old big thick metal pot and he used the pieces to make a sight of heavy weight with a form fitting body suit with pouches for the weights and meant to stretch.

Dracul put it on and put the slabs of metal in the pouches, it was like he was carrying solid cast iron on every part of his body his arm chest and legs, it was like he was put in a cast of solid heavy metal, but gritting his teeth he moved his legs forward with effort from the increased weight.

"Lets see if I can build some blunt force trauma hits, heavy duty cast iron devastating punches, kicks and strikes that would hurt so bad, they thought they got hit with a run away Mack truck speeding at them" "lets build some high powered delivering impacts" he smirked, so he got to work by return to an empty training ground, that was a bit out of use so he made work for it.

with lot of effort he went over his Ninjutsu, Kenpo and Taijutsu every amount of will and strength in him, then he went over the styles Samurai's and Assassin's has taught him, trained with every weapon he was taught.

Dracul then set up thick poles of bamboo tied together and tied heavy helmet size pots to a 5 inch slim but thick rope to his ankles, he then tied a 7 foot long metal pot the same size to his wrist and worked on striking the pole, with gravel in the cloth tied to the posts, then wrapped his hands and feet with some thin cloth bandages.

Then started to hit the sacks with punches, kicks, elbow and knee strikes and hand strikes against the cloth, feeling his hits land on the cloth the heavy pots and suit made him use alot of effort into his attacks, then worked on his blocks and stances, then over his kata's.

then slamming a thin but thick cylinder like pot on the floor, lifting and stepping to the front then slammed it on the ground like an ax making loud thuds, but not as loud as he hoped, he then sent roundhouse kicks and knees and elbow strikes and hand strikes hard to the pole leaving hard impacts, he then slammed his head hard against the pole after the moves he did, he then did a duck and roll and did a ram like head but to the pole followed by sending a jumping spinning roundhouse to the pole, some may think he was going nuts bashing his head into the posts along with his limbs, he was as messed up as it sounds trying to creak down the structure and make his bones stronger, even his head

Hours later he returned to his room sore and tired with his bandages covering bruises and cuts on his limbs and head with healing herbs and greentea in his hand and drank it and went to sleep, from the effort.

a couple days later he was healed and fully recovered, so he continued his personal training after his Sensei's training, he found bones and head were stronger than before, testing their new sturdiness he attacked the poles with the same moves two days ago, his bones could take alot more so that was a improvement.

hours later he was working on his high delivering impacts, same training from two days ago

A week later the power in his kicks punches and strikes improved, as he smashed apart the pole of bamboo's, then made himself some thicker poles and heavier slabs and fuller gravel in the cloth's and this time without protection but still with the heavier resistance, did the moves again but harder the post actually shook from the blows but held, so gritting his teeth releasing KIAi's as he put everything he has to them broke it to pieces, with only minor pain from the after it was over.

Then set up a post 2 inches thick of bamboo tied together, but didn't attack just yet.

then two more weeks past the increase in his power improved to where he wanted, he slammed the cylinder on the floor bending it and then smashed part the pole's.

He's bones were stronger than before, the weight dragging him down the last weeks actually made him move faster and jump higher to, his powerful hits could break bones and leave a big bruise in an instant, he could break through waist high stack of inch thick of concrete with one hit, with a elbow, foot and fist and his head, then could ram through 2 inch thick of 5 slabs of ice lined a inch and a half apart, his shoulder were actually broader and same with his chest but not too overly big, his arms and legs abs were more chiseled and defined in his Decathlete body, but not too overly big but more toned.

Dracul was in the middle of a graduation, he had achieved a Grandmaster rank, was giving black belt with a red stripe around the middle and was giving a Ninja garb and mask, giving a double set of Katana's with black handle with red swirls and a blades of pure silvery white from being folded 100's of times and polished just as much.

on his chest was the mark of the this temple's front a roaring Dragon's head with a circle around it on the top of his right pec near his shoulder, it may look like a tattoo but it was branded and filled in with non toxic blank ink "Since you have took on a new life you shall go by a new name, since you possess the steely gaze of a dark guardian angel, you shall be named Daku Enjeru I'm sure you know your Japonese" His Sensei said.

"Dark Angel" Dracul/ Dark Angel spoke and bowed "Thank you master" He said.

"I should be bowing to you since you outrank me" Sensei joked but Dark Angel remained serious "Seriously smile or smirk once a while, it's good for you" he said.

Since Spike was improving and pieces of have formed to complete his training, but it was like his humanity, that remaining light to smile or smirk was dying out, his new names had a certain thing in common, Black and Dark in it the look in his eyes was dark and lifeless made you think of a dark empty tunnels.


Dark Angel and Terry headed to the other temple to begin the second part of his training, which was lead by Sensei's older brother he welcomed the two.

Dracul/ Dark Angel learned how to go around blind folded, to learn how to get around without seeing, taught hot to fight with the styles he was taught with by feeling and instinct.

The Month was over and he made it through this Training easily, quick and thoroughly he was taught how to sense the truth by listening to one's heart beat and able to smell problems and hear all over and listen to only what you want to hear, but then he knew you can't always trust your ears either so he put some moss in his ears silencing all sound and finding what he need by feel, touch smell and instinct.

He also became a new warrior status he became the greatest Blind Swordsman in his time, he made himself a hard oak chest high walking stick the core was metal and a sheath with a strong and slender Katana but had a wooden handle.

Dark Angel was giving the temple's symbol on his left shoulder, the three toed dragon footprint, a very dark gray with red from the mid toe to the middle of the palm, and yes it was branded on, the ink over the mark will never wash or scrub away, he now had three permanent marks, he bowed to his Sensei's and Terry and thanked them for everything and left.