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5 months later

The amount of training since I discovered my Nen Type has been nothing short of insane, and the results of said training have been equally impressive. It's kind of funny actually how a small random choice had such a profound impact on my development.

I was looking for some reading material to keep me entertained in the evenings when I stumbled across it. A book on Tai-Chi. Something so simple I was pissed I didn't think of it. The main problem I had with my Ten was that it was exponentially more difficult to properly control while in motion. Which was a problem since I didn't have a good way to train that.

If I was meditating while sitting still my control of Ten was about as perfect as could be expected for someone of my skill level. Which made sense since in that scenario all I had to focus on was my breathing, my posture, and my aura. Three things. It wasn't easy, but I could do it.

However, I didn't have a good exercise that I could do at my level. I tried with yoga, and it did help a bit, but ultimately it was too static for me to get much value out of it. I tried maintaining Ten while walking, but that required too much concentration to do while still being aware of my surroundings.

Then I tried tai-chi. It was perfect. Fluid enough that it was perfect for training, and since I didn't have to move from the spot I chose to train, I could focus entirely on the process at hand while disregarding my surroundings.

Sure, I was going through the motions at a ridiculously slow pace, but that was fine. So long as I was making consistent progress I had no problem taking the slow and steady route. Plus, since tai-chi was a martial art, it was also helping to develop my combat skills.

Those were progressing nicely as well, although not as drastically. I knew a bit of boxing and muay tai which were forming the basis of my current combat style. Every day I spent honing what little I knew to perfection. I would execute the forms as slowly as possible. All the while playing close attention to my balance, footwork, the muscle groups involved, my breathing and everything else I could think of.

I strengthened my hands by hitting trees. Slaps, punches, palm strikes, chops, and anything else I could think of. I also found a great way to improve my hand thrusts. I took a bunch of concrete debri from around the village and smashed it till it was powder which I then scooped up and put in a big bucket. Once I did that I practiced thrusting my hand into it to develop it into a piercing technique.

I strengthened my legs in a similar manner, except I also gathered a bunch of gravel to practice my spin kicks on while barefoot. Before too long my hands and feet were calloused to the point where I barely even felt it.

Over time I made enough progress that I could maintain my Ten throughout the day, regardless of what I was doing.

I was too young to do any weight training, so I had to settle for bodyweight exercises. I realized early on that with my current size and level of strength I needed to focus on my agility as much as possible. I started learning as much about acrobatics and parkour as I could. After 2 months of struggling I learned enough to start free-running.

I sucked.

Thankfully, I had enough control of my Ten to avoid the bulk of the damage. It was during this endeavor that I gained a better understanding of my Ren and its relationship with Ten.

It made the most sense when I thought of it in terms of physical exertion. Movement without aura was like walking, easy but it still required a certain amount of effort and you could do it for a long time before even noticing a drain on your stamina.

By contrast, Ten was more like jogging. Significantly harder than regular walking, and it used up considerably more stamina, but with effort and dedication it was possible to improve my capabilities.

Ren was like full speed sprinting, giving the user a massive boost along with exponentially increasing the stamina drain. If I'm standing still, and in a calm state of mind, I can currently maintain my Ren for about 5 minutes. However, even in this state I can only access around half of my total aura reserves. It's almost as if the gaps my aura uses to flow through and around me aren't large enough to handle all of it. I'm assuming that this is due to my young body not being able to endure the strain.

The natural progression of my training was to incorporate as much Ren into my Ten as possible. I can currently add about 30% of my Ren into my Ten for 2-minutes. Ultimately, I ended up with a heavily bastardized, and exponentially weaker, version of Deku's Full Cowling from My Hero Academia.

Overall, I'd say I'm around the same level as Gon was during the Heavens arena arc. Not bad for only 6 month of training.

"Hopefully that's enough to survive this," I whisper to myself as I stared down the Boarbatusk charging towards me.

The show really didn't do these monstrosities justice. It's easily 4-feet tall, 7-feet long, and looks like it weighs at least 500 pounds. It's covered in jagged bone armor, which looks as if it's designed to rip and tear just as much as it's meant for defense. Thankfully, there's plenty of gaps in the armor so it's not completely invulnerable.

In conclusion, it's fucking terrifying! How the fuck did Professor Port manage to catch one!?

Like the utter moron that I am, I stood there gawking at it as it charged that I barely managed to dive to the side at the last moment. Even so, I could feel the amount of force it had as it passed me. If that charge had hit me, I'd be dead. Force equals mass time acceleration, and that fucker has both of those in spades.

I had a brief moment of time to gather my thoughts as the Boarbatusk struggled to halt its charge and turn back around. It found me halfway through my run around the interior of the settlement so I'm adequately warmed up without having used up much of my stamina.

The only weapons I have are a medium caliber revolver holstered on my right side, and a 10-inch hunting knife on my left. Ever since I found them while looting, these two items have never been out of arm's reach. I did manage to get a decent bit of practice with both. I can accurately shoot a target 80% of the time from a distance of 40ft. At 30ft and below I never miss.

I'm currently on a fairly narrow street with piles of debris scattered throughout it near the northern end of the village.

Not great. Such a limited area only works in favor of the Boarbatusk's linear attack style. There's a park a little over a mile away in the center of the village with plenty of room to maneuver and several thick trees planted throughout that could be useful in breaking the Boarbatusk's charge. That's likely the most ideal battleground I can hope for.

But can I make it there without getting run down? If I try to run straight there? Fuck no! That thing easily has me beat when it comes to linear speed. But who said I had to run straight? I finished strategizing just as the Boarbatusk turned around and began its next charge.

With my strategy decided, I turned and ran down a gap between buildings as fast as I could without drawing on my Ren. The angry squeals I heard behind me letting me know that Mr. Piggy wasn't happy with my chosen strategy.

I exited the gap between buildings on the next street over and wasted no time in turning and sprinting towards the park. As I heard Mr. Piggy make his own exit onto this street, I risked a brief glance backwards. There was around a 120ft gap between me and several hundred pounds of certain death behind me. And that distance was rapidly closing.

With that in mind, I turned and ran down another gap to repeat the process. And not long after that I once again heard Mr. Piggy running behind me.

I risked another glance backwards. The gap was now 105ft. Shit.

My strategy had two major flaws that I could see. The first was that the wide gap between us allowed Mr. Piggy plenty of time to adjust his trajectory and course correct. The result was that making a sharp turn, while still difficult, was much easier for him.

The second became apparent as I turned down an alleyway and repeated my strategy. There, towards the end of the passageway, was a 10ft brick wall blocking my path.

"Shit!" I growled, but I didn't slow down.

I briefly stepped into my Ren to increase my physical capabilities as I closed the distance. Right as I came upon the wall, I jumped using my right foot to propel myself off the wall up and towards the left where I repeated the process with my left foot to launch myself back towards the wall. With the second jump I managed to grip the top of the wall and quickly hauled myself up before leaping over to the other side.

I flared my Ren to better manage my landing, before shutting it off and continuing my mad dash towards the park.

5 seconds.

That's how long it took me to clear the wall using my Ren.

Which means I could only use it for another 115 seconds today. Hopefully, it would be enough.

With a resounding crash Mr. Piggy made his own way through the wall.

Where I had to struggle to get past any obstacle, he would simply barrel right on through and barely notice the interference. What's worse, the extra time I used to clear the wall allowed him to close more of the distance. I glanced back to judge the distance between us.

80 feet.

Shit.

I kept running until it was time to turn again. That's when I realized something. The turns were currently the only thing keeping me alive, but I wasn't using them as efficiently as I could. Every turn could have another potential obstacle like the wall. What if the next one was too high to jump?

The turns were the only thing currently keeping me alive, but they could easily become a death trap. The best strategy would be to maximize the distance covered, while minimizing the turns required.

With that in mind, I made the next turn just like all the previous ones, but this time I flared my Ren as soon I came out the other side and sprinted to cover as much distance during those moments I was free of Mr. Piggy. Then as soon as he made his way onto the current street and resumed his pursuit, I would repeat the process.

Was it a risk? Yup, but it was a risk I had to take. Using this method I easily covered the distance over twice as fast as my previous strategy. All the while keeping the gap between Mr. Piggy and I over 50ft at all times.

After another few turns and sprints, I was in the home stretch. I saw the park and deactivated my Ren to conserve it as much as possible. I ended up needing more than I expected on my way here and only had 40 seconds remaining.

"REEEEEEEEEE!" Mr. Piggy squealed as he came around the final turn.

On that note, I reactivated my Ren and sprinted towards the park. My target was a large tree in the center of the park. There were plenty of trees in the park, but this was the largest and easily 3 feet thick. My entire strategy depended on it.

And so with my legs pumping and lungs heaving, I sprinted the rest of the way. Even with my Ren activated I wasn't faster than Mr. Piggy, and he was rapidly closing the distance. Finally, with only a 30ft gap and 20 seconds of Ren left, I reached the tree.

I didn't waste any time. I leaped up towards the tree, landing feet first, and used that position to launch myself upwards and backwards over Mr. Piggy. So that while I was using the patented tuck-and-roll technique to land safely, Mr. Piggy smacked face first into the tree.

Unfortunately, I had underestimated the amount of force Mr. Piggy was able to dish out. That bastard crashed into the tree hard enough to break both of his massive tusks, and topple the fucking tree.

Worse, the tree was falling in my direction. Barely a second after I landed and saw what happened I was forced to dive to the side in order to avoid being crushed.

Mr. Piggy wasn't unaffected though, and while he started to turn back towards me I wasted no time. I drew my pistol and fired all six shots at his left foreleg before I re-holstered my gun. He stumbled momentarily as they all hit their mark.

"Just a little bit more," I wheezed as I ran towards a more open area in order to have room to maneuver, "Is that all you got, Bacon Bitch!? Come and get me!"

With my challenge thrown, Mr. Piggy began his charge, limping slightly with his injured leg.

I only had one shot to pull this off. If it didn't work I'd be out of energy and shit out of luck.

Right as Mr. Piggy was about to reach me I juked left, and the fucker took the bait! Once he was off balance, I moved towards the right then jumped and drew my knife. As I passed over him, I stabbed my knife straight into his left eye.

That did it. He was already off-balanced, that combined with the pain from his eye, and injured leg caused him to stumble. And with the amount of momentum he had built up during his charge, he was sent tumbling ass over teakettle.

Which exposed his vulnerable underbelly.

"Gotcha now, Bitch!" I yelled as I ran forward. I reached Mr. Piggy and skidded to a stop right in front of him. I activated my Ren and focused as much of it into my right hand as I could. I planted myself firmly on the ground before lunging forward with my right leg to maximize my power as I punched forward with my right fist.

"HYAAAAH!" I screamed as my fist made contact with Mr. Piggy's sternum before breaking through it and continuing until I was elbow deep into his chest. Mr. Piggy writhed for a bit before going still and then began to dissolve into wisps of black smoke. I stood there on trembling legs for a moment before finally collapsing and heaving for breath.

From start to finish, that entire ordeal couldn't have taken longer than 10 minutes and yet I don't think I've ever been this exhausted in my life. I had to use every last ounce of strength I had to survive it. If this bastard had showed up even a week ago I'm not sure I could've pulled that off.

I realized how unbelievably lucky I've been up to this point. I've been on Remnant for 6 months and this is the first time I've encountered a grimm. It wasn't even a particularly dangerous one and it still nearly did me in!

That's when I remembered something from Damian's letter.

'By the time I arrived the village was already done for, but I atleast managed to avenge it by killing all the grimm.'

When he said he killed all the grimm, he must've literally meant all the grimm in the village. And since destruction of the village had to have generated a phenomenal amount of negativity, it must have attracted every grimm from even remotely nearby. So this area was effectively cleared until more grimm spawned from the grimm pools and migrated over here.

Fuck guess I owe Damian even more.

The main problem is that if grimm are starting to infest the area again, I'm the only one left to deal with them! It took me 6 months to reach this level, but it's not enough. I could end up facing a pack of Beowolves next week.

"I still have a long way to go," I mumbled to myself as my eyes slowly closed and I passed out right there in the park.

That's all for now folks! Hope you liked it! I've been trying to keep Hector's power level and rate of growth reasonable and I think I've been doing a pretty good job of that so far. Let me know what you think and leave a review.

I think there's two more chapters left in this portion of the story before Hector is strong enough to leave the village and begin his adventures across Remnant