Hela the Teacher

Damian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was Hela, but immediately became dissatisfied upon hearing her words.

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

"Train?"

Hela scoffed, her face full of disdain.

"Is this what you call training?"

He tossed the knife to Damian, looked around, and casually picked up a small flower shovel.

"I'll teach you what training is."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Hela charged toward Damian, wielding her flower shovel.

Damian was startled by her action, but reacted quickly, instantly raising his katana to block the attack.

"So-called training is about fighting others without dying, honing your killing skills in battle. What you're doing is just playing around."

As Hela spoke, she swung her flower shovel relentlessly, her attacks fierce.

Damian could only fight and retreat, focusing intently on the spatula, not daring to slacken his efforts for a moment, with beads of sweat constantly rolling down his forehead.

"Don't just focus on the weapons."

Hela used her flower shovel to jam the katana, and with her other hand, she punched Damian in the face.

Damian felt a sharp pain on his face, as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, and involuntarily released his grip.

By the time he came to his senses, her katana was already at his neck.

Never let go of your weapon unless it flies back to you.

Hela stabbed the knife into the ground.

Damian watched Hela's departing figure, then without hesitation drew his katana and ran in front of Hela to block her way.

"What, little one, do you want to continue?"

Hela looked at him with amusement.

"Yes, please fight me."

Damian bowed, his eyes resolute.

"Why should I? I don't have time to play house with you."

Hela shook her head, her gaze sweeping over Damian. The child's body was still too weak; a light slap to the face caused it to swell up.

"Once I become stronger, I can help you in the future."

Damian said with a serious expression.

"Okay... fine, but don't cry."

Hela frowned, but ultimately agreed.

Because a voice came from beside my ear.

Your job is to fight Damian; as long as you don't die, the rest is up to you.

If I can't handle your godfather, can't I handle you?

You're immortal, huh?

Just what I wanted!

Hela's lips curled into a cruel smile.

The battle erupted instantly, with Hela unleashing her full power, her flower-shovel strikes like cleaving, lifting, and slapping.

Damian was knocked to the ground time and time again, but he gritted his teeth and got back up each time.

Damian's gaze gradually turned cold, as if he had returned to the days of the League of Assassins.

No longer caring about his injuries, his moves were all deadly attacks designed to trade injury for death.

Hela frowned, blocked her, and then kicked her away.

"Little guy, who taught you that on the battlefield, you should always avoid injury if you can, and only consider trading injury for death if you can't avoid it? At your rate, you won't last three seconds on the battlefield."

Hela shouted, her face serious.

Damian snapped out of his daze and realized that this was not the League of Assassins.

"Sorry, I used it unconsciously."

Damian said in a low voice.

"Forget about these things later, and I'll teach you new ones."

Hela said, and began to take a closer look at the little guy.

Despite his weak physique, Damian's understanding and learning speed of techniques is extremely fast.

The moves she used could only be used twice against Damian; after that, he could catch and counter them.

The excellent jade blank surprised her.

Kino could also see the two practicing through the window.

Footsteps sounded behind me.

"Gwen, I'm sorry I woke you up."

Kino turned around and saw Gwen, wrapped in a blanket, her hair Gwen.

"It's okay, I should have gotten up anyway."

Gwen went to the window and watched Hela beat Damian, somewhat puzzled.

"Kino, why are you making Damian undergo this kind of training? We can protect her."

Kino put his arm around Gwen's slender waist and spoke gently.

"Damian is different from other children. She knows what path she wants to take. All I can do is help and support her on that path, rather than making choices for her without her consent."

Gwen nodded slightly, her gaze still fixed on the two people outside the window.

"Maybe you're right, but seeing Damian get knocked down time and time again still makes my heart ache."

Kino scooped Gwen up in his arms.

"Then let's not watch it, let's take a shower together."

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

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

"Don't mention it, I'll help you."

Kino said with a wicked grin.

"I'm not just being polite..."

Gwen's cheeks flushed, but she didn't break free from Kino's embrace.

Damian was defeated once again, Hela called a halt.

"Alright, that's enough! Today's training is over."

Damian, supporting himself with his sword, struggled to his feet, his body trembling slightly, but his eyes remained resolute.

"Thank you for your guidance, teacher."

Although it hurt a lot, I learned a lot today.

The murderous aura she felt during the sparring session helped her regain the form she had in the League of Assassins, while the techniques and breathing methods she was taught gave her a deeper understanding and appreciation of combat.

"Teacher? I like that title. You can call me teacher from now on!"

"Yes, teacher."

Hela led the battered Damian into the living room.

Pamela and Xi had already prepared breakfast, and when they looked at the disheveled Damian, their eyes flashed with heartache.

"Hela, you've worked so hard this morning. Go wash your hands first, and we can eat when I call the little ones down."

"Hmm? Oh."

Hela nodded, somewhat puzzled.

These people's doting attitude towards Damian was genuine; they didn't hit her, and they didn't even complain.

The Venom reached Damian's side and gently touched his arm, instantly healing Damian's wounds.

"Mmm, this is another sweet and soft little cutie."

"Mom Venom, I'm covered in sweat and I'm dirty, don't rub it on me," Damian said helplessly.

Venom rubbed against Damian for a while before letting him go.

Pamela put down the plate she was holding, walked over, and gently patted the grass clippings off Damian.

"Damian, there's no rush with training. You have plenty of time. Go take a shower and have some fun today." Pamela's voice was gentle and loving.

"I understand, Mom Pamela."

Damian noticed the heartache in Pamela's eyes and hugged her, snuggling against her like a kitten seeking warmth.

"Good boy..."

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

Dark Phoenix, who was originally planning to steal food at the dining table, came to Damian's side when Qin was not there.

"Damian, call me 'Mom' too."

Dark Phoenix looked at Damian with anticipation.

Damian hesitated for a moment, then obediently called out as well.

"Dark Phoenix Mom."

"Good boy..."

Dark Phoenix also touched Damian's hair, just like Pamela did.

"Would you like some milk? I..."

"Dark Phoenix, that won't do."

Pamela quickly stopped her.

"Why does she call me 'Mom'?"

Dark Phoenix looked puzzled. In Qin's memory, a mother should breastfeed her child.

"She's too grown up to drink."

Pamela explained, both amused and exasperated.

Dark Phoenix nodded, seemingly understanding.

"Oh, I see."