Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 519

Chapter 519: Therapy For Cultivators
Nora lay in her bed, the cool night air gently rustling the curtains. Her sleep was deep and untroubled, a very rare event for her since she came to this place.

Maybe it was because this particular night, the air in the room had been given a strong dose of sleeping medicine without her knowledge.

She was unaware of the shadows creeping along the walls. They moved with a silent, sinister purpose, inching closer and closer until they loomed over her.

Without warning, the shadows enveloped her, capturing her in their cold, ethereal grasp. She woke with a start, her heart pounding as she struggled against the unseen forces.

Her cries for help were muffled, and she felt herself being forced into a sack. The world around her faded into darkness, her resistance futile against the overwhelming power of the shadows.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a vast, empty space. The air was thick with an eerie silence, broken only by her own panicked breaths.

The ground beneath her was hard and cold, resembling a fighting pit. But there was no audience, no sign of life. She stumbled back, her fear mounting as she screamed, “Is anyone there!? Help Me… PLEASE!”

Her voice echoed back at her, the silence mocking her desperation.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she cursed her own weakness. Memories of past abductions flooded her mind, the terror of being taken to strange places overwhelming her.

After all, this was not the first time this was happening. Every time she thought that she could be safe in a place, reality had a way of slapping her back on her toes.

She looked around, trying to figure out where she was.

Just then, a door on the wall creaked open, and a figure stepped out. It was a stick figure, roughly shaped like a man. It held a sword in one hand and staggered towards her with an unnatural gait. Nora’s breath caught in her throat as she watched it approach.

A deep, bass voice echoed around her, chilling her to the bone. “If you do not defend yourself, it will kill you.”

The words barely registered in her mind when the stick figure kicked off the ground, rushing towards her with frightening speed.

Instinct took over. She jumped to the side, rolling on the ground just as the stick figure’s blade sliced through the air where she had stood. The sword smashed into the ground, sending a shower of dust and debris into the air.

Nora’s heart raced as she scrambled to her feet, her body trembling with fear and adrenaline. She looked around frantically for a weapon, anything she could use to defend herself. But the pit was empty, offering no solace or aid.

The stick figure turned to face her, its movements jerky and unnatural. It raised its sword again, readying for another attack. Nora’s mind raced, her instincts screaming at her to move, to fight, to survive.

As the figure lunged at her again, she dodged to the side again, narrowly avoiding the deadly blade. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body moving on pure instinct trained during her time in the Chikitsa clan.

She had to find a way to defend herself, to fight back against this relentless, shadowy attacker.

In the midst of her panic, she spotted a glint of metal on the ground. A small, discarded dagger lay half-buried in the dirt. With a desperate lunge, she grabbed it, the cold metal reassuring in her grip.

The stick figure turned towards her, its empty eyes fixed on its target. Nora steadied herself, her grip on the dagger tightening as she prepared for the next attack.

At such a time, she could not help but feel the weight of her father’s advice those days and nights as he taught her relentlessly. She did not know why, but those memories popped up now. Like she had been missing a part of herself and like a beast slowly struggling to rise, it was lifting from slumber.

Nora steadied herself, her grip on the dagger tightening as she prepared for the next attack. The stick figure charged again, its sword, slicing through the air with deadly precision.

This time, Nora was ready. She dodged to the side, slashing out with the dagger as the figure passed. The blade connected with its arm, cutting through the wooden limb. The stick figure staggered, momentarily thrown off balance.

Nora’s confidence grew as she saw the effect of her strike. She squared her shoulders, preparing for the next assault. The stick figure turned again, its movements more erratic now. It charged once more, but this time Nora was not just reacting. She was fighting back.

She ducked under its swing, slashing at its legs with the dagger. The figure stumbled, its movements becoming more disjointed. Nora pressed her advantage, striking out again and again, each hit chipping away at her fear and bolstering her resolve.

It was impressive to know that such a little body, still injured could produce such intense power.

The stick figure’s sword clattered to the ground as it finally collapsed, defeated. Nora stood over it, her chest heaving with exertion, her mind still racing. The silence returned, oppressive and heavy, but now it felt different.

A mixture of relief and adrenaline flooding her veins. But her reprieve was short-lived. Two more figures emerged from the door, each wielding a different weapon. One carried a massive hammer, the other an axe.

Her eyes darted around, spotting the fallen sword of the first puppet. She quickly picked it up, feeling the weight and balance of the blade in her hand. It was heavier than the dagger, but it offered more reach and power.

She was not used to using her thin smaller sword, needle, but it was left behind after her abduction from Vandoria. Then again, it was not a problem for her to use any sword as long as the weight was right. After all, she did come from a clan that depended on merging spiritual energy and a sword.

The new puppets advanced simultaneously, their movements synchronized. Nora’s muscles tensed, her grip tightening on the sword. As they closed in, she could feel the air thickening with tension.

The hammer-wielding puppet swung first, a wide arc aimed at her head.

Nora ducked, the massive weapon whooshing past her with a force that made her hair stand on end. The axe puppet followed immediately, a diagonal slash aimed at her torso. She twisted away, feeling the blade graze her side, leaving a shallow but painful cut.

Blood trickled from the wound, she frowned, but she couldn’t let the pain slow her down. Instead, it sharpened her focus. She parried the next strike from the hammer, the impact jarring her arms. Her movements became more fluid, each dodge and parry coming more naturally as she adapted to the rhythm of the fight.

The puppets pressed their attack, their weapons swinging with relentless precision. Nora’s body responded with desperate agility, every movement driven by the primal instinct to survive. She countered the hammer’s heavy swings with quick sidesteps, while the axe required more precise dodges, each maneuver pushing her to her limits.

Sweat mingled with blood as more cuts appeared on her body. She could feel her strength waning, her breaths growing more labored. The mark of the Ying and Yang flower on her chest flared with each exertion, sending waves of pain through her chest.

She could feel the distress of her Dantain. It nagged at her like a bad stomach ache, making fighting even more difficult.

She coughed, a spatter of blood hitting the ground, but she fought through it, her desperation fueling her resolve.

In a moment of clarity, she saw an opening. The hammer puppet overextended its swing, and she lunged forward, driving her sword into its chest. The puppet staggered, its movements faltering before collapsing to the ground. She pulled the sword free, turning just in time to block a brutal slash from the axe puppet.

Her arms trembled with the effort, but she held firm, pushing the puppet back. With a swift, decisive strike, she severed its arm, the axe falling from its grasp. She followed up with a final thrust to its torso, and the puppet crumpled, lifeless.

Nora stood amidst the wreckage, her chest heaving, her body screaming in pain. The oppressive silence returned, broken only by her ragged breaths.

“And here I thought you were a weak little girl,” the bass voice echoed around her once more. “It would seem you still have some fight in you. Well, let’s see to what extent.”

Four more puppets stepped forward. These were different. Two wielded weapons, a sword and a spear, while the other two oozed spiritual energy from their bodies, a visible aura of power surrounding them.

Nora’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked on in surprise. Nevertheless, she prepared for the next onslaught. She gripped the sword tightly…

Meanwhile, high up in the dark of a room, Young Master Eunid and Butler Old fang looked on as she fought.

“Young master Eunid are the training puppets you used for this not a little too much? Besides, is this even going to work?”

Eunid gave a side smile, “what do you mean by that? I specifically tuned the puppets to her level of power, this much should be okay for her to handle.

And yes, it will work. Or can’t you see it? her movements are becoming sharper with every battle, even the fearful expression on her face is no longer there.

Its like we are rising a sleeping Core beast. It is actually thrilling to watch. We were doing it wrongly all this while. She is a cultivator, we should not treat her PTSD like we do a normal person. pampering her to health will not work, only battle will purge her of her disease. After these ones are done, send the next set with the ability to control flames.”

Old Fang looked at his young master and shook his head a little. Even he had to admit that he was not expecting what he was seeing. Then again, Young Master Eunid was the genius mind of the family.

The things his mind came up with were incredible. If only his young master had the cruelty to pair with such a mind, then it would be perfect, but Young master Eunid was just too kind.

After all, a person like his uncle and even other cousins within the Diligence family were against him and he had still done nothing about this.

Young Eunid looked turned to Old fang with a smile on his face. He was really excited.

(Author’s note: Damn! that was a long chapter. I got carried away writting I just couldn’t stop. It felt too good.)