I think that's the only kind of training that matters.
"Thanks," I said. "For training me."
I hugged him. For real. No sarcasm, no teenage attitude. Just a hug. my stepdaddy trained me well
"You're holding it like a caveman," he'd say. "Precision over power. Always." I think that's the only kind of training that matters
They didn't. One of them shoved me. I didn't punch back. Instead, I remembered what Marcus had shown me: control the space, control the hands. I sidestepped, caught the shover's arm, and locked his elbow gently against my hip—no pain, just pressure. He froze. The others hesitated. Leo ran. control the hands. I sidestepped
He smiled—a rare, crooked thing. "Now you learn to teach someone else."
That was his way.