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Damian sighed in relief when he saw it was Hela, but upon hearing her words, his dissatisfaction grew.

"I'm not playing, I'm training. And give me back my knife."

"Training?"

Hela sneered, clearly looking down on him.

"Is this what you call training?"

She tossed the knife back to Damian, glanced around, and casually grabbed a small gardening trowel.

"I'll show you what real training looks like."

The moment the words left her mouth, Hela charged at Damian with the trowel in hand.

Damian was taken by surprise by her sudden movement but reacted instantly, raising his sword to block the strike.

"Real training means fighting without dying, honing your killing skills in battle. What you're doing is just play."

Hela continued, swinging the trowel with lethal speed.

Damian could only fight back while retreating, his focus entirely on the trowel. Sweat rolled down his forehead as he concentrated.

"Don't just focus on the weapon."

Hela's trowel blocked the sword, and her other hand struck toward Damian's face.

Bam!

Damian felt a sharp pain in his face as though struck by a heavy hammer, and instinctively, his grip on the sword loosened.

By the time he recovered, Hela had already placed his sword at his throat.

"Never let go of your weapon unless it can fly back to you on its own."

Hela stabbed the sword into the ground.

Damian looked at her retreating figure and, without hesitation, drew his sword again and ran in front of her, blocking her path.

"What's this, little one? You want to keep going?"

Hela teased him.

"Yes, please fight me."

Damian bowed, his eyes full of determination.

"Why should I? I'm not wasting my time playing pretend with you."

Hela shook her head, her gaze scanning Damian's weak body. A light tap had already left a bruise on his face.

"Once I'm stronger, I'll be able to help you."

Damian said seriously.

"Fine... but don't cry later," Hela frowned and agreed reluctantly.

Just then, a voice echoed in her ears.

"Your job is to fight Damian. As long as he doesn't die, do whatever you want."

"I can't deal with your godfather, but I can deal with you, can't I?"

"If he doesn't die, perfect!"

Hela's lips curled into a cruel smile.

The battle began with Hela throwing everything she had into the fight, using the trowel in swift strikes—slashing, poking, and smacking.

Damian was knocked down again and again, only to pick himself up each time, gritting his teeth.

Damian's eyes slowly grew cold, returning to the mindset of the Assassin's League.

He no longer cared about the wounds on his body, his moves all became lethal strikes, exchanging injury for a kill.

Hela frowned as she blocked a move, kicking him away.

"Little one, who taught you that? In battle, if you can dodge an injury, you should. Only if you can't should you think about exchanging a wound for a kill. With that kind of mindset, you'd last three seconds on the battlefield."

Hela scolded loudly, her face stern.

Damian snapped back to reality, realizing this wasn't the Assassin's League.

"Sorry, I did it instinctively."

Damian muttered.

"Forget it. I'll teach you something new from now on."

Hela said, beginning to pay attention to the young boy.

Though his body was still weak, Damian had a fast understanding of techniques and learned quickly.

The moves she used on him only worked twice; after that, Damian could catch them and even counter them.

The finely honed skill was a pleasant surprise to her.

—

Chino, watching from the window, also saw their sparring.

Footsteps came from behind.

"Gwen, sorry I woke you up."

Chino turned around to see Gwen wrapped in a blanket with her hair disheveled.

"It's okay, I was about to get up anyway."

Gwen walked over to the window, watching Hela beat Damian and looking puzzled.

"Chino, why are we letting Damian go through this training? We could protect her."

Chino wrapped his arm around Gwen's slim waist, speaking gently.

"Damian is different from the other kids. She knows the path she wants to take. All I can do is support and help her along that path, not decide for her."

Gwen nodded slightly, her gaze still fixed on Damian and Hela's sparring.

"Maybe you're right, but watching Damian fall again and again... it still hurts a little."

Chino picked Gwen up around the waist.

"Then let's not watch. How about we take a bath together?"

"Eh? Wait... I can wash myself."

Gwen gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around Chino's neck.

"Don't be shy, I'll help you."

Chino said with a mischievous smile.

"I wasn't being shy..."

Gwen's face flushed, though she didn't try to break free from Chino's hold.

—

After defeating Damian once again, Hela called for a stop.

"Alright, that's enough. Training is over for today."

Damian, supporting himself with his sword, struggled to stand, his body shaking, but his eyes remained unwavering.

"Thank you for your guidance, Teacher."

Though he was in pain, today's training had taught him a lot.

The killing intent in their sparring had helped him reconnect with his time in the Assassin's League, and the techniques and breathing methods Hela taught him had deepened his understanding of combat.

"Teacher? I like that title. From now on, call me Teacher!"

"Yes, Teacher."

Hela led the battered Damian toward the living room.

Pamela and Xi had prepared breakfast, and seeing Damian in such a state, a flash of sympathy crossed their faces.

"Hela, thank you for the hard work. Go wash up, and I'll call the little ones down for breakfast."

"Mm? Oh."

Hela nodded, confused.

The way these people doted on Damian wasn't fake. They didn't hit him, nor did they complain.

Venom approached Damian's side, lightly tapping his arm, and his wounds immediately healed.

"Ah, now you're all soft and cute again."

"Venom mom, I'm all sweaty and dirty, don't rub on me." Damian sighed.

Venom rubbed against him for a bit before setting him down.

Pamela put down the plate she was holding and walked over, gently brushing the grass off Damian's body.

"Damian, you don't have to rush with the training. You have plenty of time. Go take a bath and enjoy yourself today." Pamela's voice was soft and loving.

"I understand, Pamela Mom."

Damian recognized the sympathy in Pamela's eyes and hugged her, nuzzling into her chest like a kitten seeking warmth.

"Good child..."

Pamela gently stroked Damian's hair, her eyes filled with affection and care.

The Dark Phoenix, who had been eyeing the food on the table, came over now that Qin wasn't around.

"Damian, call me Mom too."

The Dark Phoenix looked at Damian with hopeful eyes.

Damian hesitated for a moment before obediently calling out.

"Dark Phoenix Mom."

"Good child..."

The Dark Phoenix mimicked Pamela, stroking Damian's hair.

"Do you want some milk? I..."

"Dark Phoenix, no."

Pamela quickly stopped her.

"Why? She called me Mom?"

The Dark Phoenix looked confused, thinking that a mother should nurse her child.

"She's grown up. She can't drink milk."

Pamela explained with a helpless smile.

"Oh, I see." The Dark Phoenix nodded, though not fully understanding.

Chapter Title: "Teacher Hela"Quote: "Real training means fighting without dying, honing your killing skills in battle."

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