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"Then are you willing to train me?" Lynn asked directly.

Wolverine was silent for a moment, then nodded. "I'm willing. But don't expect it to be easy."

“I never expected it,” Lynn said.

“Alright,” Wolverine said, “then let’s start with the basics. First, you need to learn to truly use your body. Not as a tool for executing techniques, but as a weapon itself.”

He picked up a thick tree branch, about the thickness of an arm. "See this? An ordinary person would think about how to use this to hit someone. But a true warrior will become this branch, letting every strike incorporate the power of his entire body."

He demonstrated by swinging the branch, his movements fluid and powerful. The branch whistled through the air, making an unsettling sound.

“Formal training begins tomorrow,” Wolverine said. “Today you rest, treat your wounds, and recover your strength. During training, you’ll stay around here and find a place to build your own shelter.”

"Build it yourself?"

“Survival skills are part of the training,” Wolverine said. “You need to learn to survive in any environment. And the process of building a shelter teaches you how to effectively use your body and tools.”

Lynn nodded. "I understand."

“There’s one more thing,” Wolverine said. “You fought well today. I mean, for an average person, your speed, strength, and skill are top-notch. But do you know why you still lost?”

"Because you have superpowers?"

“It’s not just that,” Wolverine said, “it’s because I’ve lived for over a hundred years and experienced countless real life-or-death battles. Every movement I make is etched into muscle memory, and every reaction comes from real combat experience.”

He patted Lynn on the shoulder. "You have the potential to reach the pinnacle of humanity, Hall. But you need time, experience, and pain. These three weeks won't turn you into a super soldier, but they'll bring you closer to your limits."

“That’s enough,” Lynn said.

Wolverine gave a rare, genuine smile. "I'm starting to like you, Hall. You remind me of my younger self—stubborn, brave, a little silly, but always willing to learn."

“I’m not sure if ‘a little silly’ is a compliment,” Lynn joked.

“Sometimes you need to be a little foolish to do the right thing in this world,” Wolverine said, his tone meaningful.

For the rest of the day, Lynn found a suitable spot nearby and began building his makeshift shelter. Wolverine would occasionally come over to offer guidance, pointing out which methods would work and which would fail in truly severe weather.

By evening, a simple but functional shelter was built. Lynn started a fire, cooked some hot soup, and tended to his wounds. His ribs were indeed cracked, but not seriously. The bleeding from his lips and nose had stopped.

Wolverine sat opposite the fire, silently watching the flames.

“Why did you agree to train me?” Lynn suddenly asked. “You clearly said you came here to get away from everything.”

Wolverine thought for a moment, "Because you reminded me of something. That mother beast and her cubs reminded me that some things are worth protecting, worth fighting for. And you, you fight every day to protect others."

“Perhaps I need to remember that isolation is not the answer,” he continued. “Perhaps I need to leave something behind. I’ve lived so long, experienced so much; it would be a waste if everything I’ve learned died with me.”

“That’s a very profound reason,” Lynn said.

“Don’t overthink it,” Wolverine said, reverting to his usual gruff tone. “I’m just bored and wanted to find a punching bag to practice on.”

Lynn laughed. "Say what you will, Logan."

a few days later.

Early in the morning, Lynn struggled through an obstacle course set up by Wolverine. It was a brutal training exercise—running across rugged mountain terrain, carrying heavy stones, and dodging Wolverine's sudden attacks.

The training over the past few days had been even tougher than Lynn had anticipated. Wolverine wasn't lying—he truly wouldn't hold back. Training began before dawn and continued late into the night. Physical conditioning, fighting techniques, survival skills, and even mental training—Wolverine used his over a century of accumulated experience to impart it to Lynn in the most direct and brutal way.

Lynn was covered in bruises and wounds, some of which hadn't fully healed before new ones appeared. But he could feel the changes—his reactions were quicker, his movements more fluid, and his pain tolerance increased. More importantly, he was beginning to understand what Wolverine meant by "instinctive fighting."

“Your speed has improved,” Wolverine commented, watching Lynn dodge his sweeping kick, “but it’s still too slow. Again!”

Just as Lynn was about to continue, a voice interrupted the training—a distant roar, filled with pain and anger, echoed through the valley.

Wolverine immediately stopped and turned to look in the direction of the sound—north, in the territory of the female beast.

“That’s her,” Lynn said, immediately becoming alert.

“And she’s fighting,” Wolverine’s nose twitched. “I smell blood, and… something else. An unfamiliar scent, human, but not entirely.”

"Mutants?"

"Perhaps," Wolverine, who had already begun running north, said, "Let's go!"

Lynn followed closely behind. His stamina had improved significantly in the past few days, and even though Wolverine was very fast, he could barely keep up.

They traversed the snowfield, crossed rocks, and rushed towards the forbidden zone. The roars grew closer and clearer. Lynn could hear the despair in the mother beast's voice—it wasn't a hunting roar, but a scream protecting her cubs.

Ten minutes later, they reached the cliff area. From afar, Lynn could see the scene of the battle.

Three people were attacking the mother beast. They were dressed in dark tactical gear and looked very professional. One of them was emitting blue electricity from his hands, attacking the mother beast with electric shocks. Another seemed to be able to control ice; there were several ice pillars and ice spikes on the ground. The third person had an abnormally large body with bulging muscles, clearly also some kind of enhanced mutant.

The mother animal was injured, her white fur stained with blood. She leaned against the cave entrance, desperately protecting her cubs behind her. The three cubs cried out in fear inside the cave.

“Damn poachers,” Wolverine growled. “They’re here to take her.”

“Or capture the cubs,” Lynn said. “Cubs are easier to control and more valuable on the black market.”

On the ground beside the mother beast, Lynn saw a huge metal cage and several sedative syringes. These people had clearly come prepared.

“We have to stop them,” Lynn said.

“Nonsense,” Wolverine’s claws snapped out of his fist, “You flank from the left, I’ll charge in from the front. Remember what I taught you—fast, decisive, and without hesitation.”

"Understood." Wolverine charged out, moving as fast as lightning. The three attackers clearly hadn't expected anyone to appear, and by the time they reacted, Wolverine was already upon them.

"What—" The electric shock user had barely opened his mouth when Wolverine's claws slashed across his chest, severing the straps of his tactical vest. Wolverine hadn't actually injured him with his claws, but had merely disarmed him of some of his equipment.

"Federal agents!" Lynn shouted, approaching from the side. "You've illegally trespassed into a restricted area and attacked a protected species! Stop immediately!"

The ice-elemental user—a white man in his thirties—sneered, “Federal agents? In this desolate place? Do you think we’d believe that?”

He raised his hand and fired an ice spike straight at Lynn. Lynn dodged to the side, the ice spike grazing his shoulder and exploding on the rocks behind him.

“If you don’t believe me, then let’s settle this with our fists,” Lynn said, charging forward and using the skills he had learned in the past few days. He no longer pursued a clean and efficient uniform like an FBI agent, but instead adopted a more direct and savage approach to attack.

The ice-wielder fired ice spikes again, but Lynn was much faster than he had been a few days ago. He moved swiftly across the snow, approaching in a zigzag pattern, making it difficult for his opponent to aim.

When the distance was close enough, Lynn leaped up and slammed his knee into the ice-powered user's face. The user managed to block with his arm, but Lynn's force sent him staggering back several steps.

“Your fighting skills are good,” the ice ability user said, “but you’re facing a mutant.”

His hands were suddenly covered with a thick layer of ice, forming two enormous ice fists. He swung his fists, the weight and hardness of the ice fists making each blow as heavy as a hammer.

Lynn barely managed to dodge, but one of the punches struck his shoulder, the force of which numbed his entire arm.

"Damn it," Lynn cursed under his breath, quickly backing away to create distance.

Meanwhile, Wolverine was simultaneously fighting the Electro-Powered Man and the giant Enhanced Man. The Electro-Powered Man's attacks had limited effect on Wolverine—his healing factor allowed him to quickly recover from the damage caused by the shocks. But the Enhanced Man's strength was astonishing; his fists could smash deep craters into the ground.

"You two, take care of that federal agent!" the enhanced man yelled to the ice-powered man and his accomplice. "I'll handle this clawed guy!"

Wolverine sneered: "You?!"

His claws slashed toward the enhanced man's abdomen, but the man's skin was also exceptionally tough. Although his claws broke the skin, they did not cause serious injury.

“My skin density is ten times that of an average person,” the enhanced human said smugly. “Your claws are of little use to me.”

“Then I’ll just make a few more strokes,” Wolverine replied.

Meanwhile, the electric shock ability user was now focusing all his efforts on Lynn. Intense arcs of electricity shot from his hands towards Lynn.

Lynn rolled quickly to avoid it, but the electric arc struck the ground near him, and the current traveled through the snow, causing his leg muscles to spasm.

"Grab him!" the electric shocker shouted to the ice user.

The ice-wielder immediately created ice on the ground around Lynn, making the ground extremely slippery. Lynn tried to stand firm, but his feet slipped, and he lost his balance.

Seizing the opportunity, the stun gunman rushed forward, ready to shock Lynn with both hands.

But as Lynn fell to the ground, he used a technique taught by Wolverine—using the momentum of the fall to roll on the ground while simultaneously sweeping his leg at the stunner's ankle.

The stun gunman was caught off guard by Lynn's ability to fight back and was knocked to the ground. Lynn immediately pounced on him, punching him repeatedly in the face.

“You’re not your average federal agent,” the stun gunman spat out blood. “You’ve had special training.”

“Recently, indeed,” Lynn said, delivering another punch to his chin, knocking him unconscious.

But the ice-powered individual had already charged forward, his ice fist striking Lynn squarely in the back. Lynn was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

A sharp pain shot through his back; Lynn felt as if several more ribs might be broken. But he forced himself to stand. Wolverine's training had taught him one thing—pain was bearable; falling down was defeat.

“You are very resilient,” the ice-powered user said, “but this is your limit.”

He raised his hands, ready to create an even larger icicle to end the fight.

Just then, a huge white figure descended from the sky—it was the mother beast. Taking advantage of the attacker's distraction, she pounced on the ice ability user from another angle.

A massive claw struck the ice-wielding man's shoulder, knocking him to the ground. The mother beast roared furiously, clearly filled with hatred for those who had tried to harm her cubs.

"Damn monster!" the ice ability user cried out in terror, trying to protect himself with an ice wall.

But the mother beast was too strong; she shattered the ice wall with a single claw, grabbed the ice-powered man's leg, and prepared to throw him away.

"Don't kill him!" Lynn shouted. "We need him alive!"

The mother beast hesitated upon hearing Lynn's voice. She looked at Lynn, her deep blue eyes flashing with complex emotions. Finally, she slammed the ice-powered individual heavily to the ground, but didn't kill him with her claws. The man groaned in pain, incapacitated.

Meanwhile, the battle between Wolverine and the enhanced human reached its climax. The two powerhouses attacked each other, each collision producing a dull thud.

“You’re stronger than most mutants I’ve ever seen,” the Enhanced Man said, panting, “but you can’t hurt me either.”

"Is that so?" Wolverine suddenly changed tactics. He stopped attacking the enhanced man's body and instead targeted his joints—knees, elbows, and neck. While his adamantium claws couldn't easily penetrate the enhanced skin, they could inflict sufficient damage.

A claw struck the enhanced man's inside knee, where the skin is relatively thin. The enhanced man fell to his knee in pain.

“Everyone has a weakness,” Wolverine said, then delivered a powerful punch to the enhanced man’s temple. Even an enhanced skull has its vulnerable spot.

The man's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground.

The battle was over. All three attackers were subdued, lying on the snow groaning or unconscious.

Lynn walked with difficulty toward the mother beast. "Are you alright?"

The mother animal had several electric shock and frostbite wounds, but they didn't appear to be fatal. She turned and went back to the cave to check on her cubs. All three cubs were safe, frightened but unharmed.

The mother beast gently stroked her cubs with her enormous hands, comforting them. Then she turned to Lynn and Wolverine, her eyes filled with gratitude. She nodded slowly—her way of expressing thanks. (End of Chapter)