Location: M's Private Training Compound in the mansion, North Oak
The morning sun pierced the skyline like a blade of gold over Night City, but North Oak felt like another world entirely—quiet, pristine, elevated. M's mansion stood like a monolith in the middle of a heavily surveilled estate. Underground, beneath the mansion's gardens and terrace, was M's private training compound—soundproofed, armored, and built for war.
David stood shirtless in the center of the reinforced chamber, sweat glistening on his skin, chest rising and falling like a piston. His arms were already bruised, his pride worse off. Across from him stood M, unbothered, black training pants, no shirt, a big, muscular body cut like a statue—but it was the way he moved that unsettled David. Effortless. Precise. Fast.
"Again," M said, voice calm and cold.
David came in fast, using the Sandevistan to boost his movement—everything blurred. His right fist aimed for M's jaw, his left followed up as a faint. Then came a knee,
then a kick.
None landed.
M dodged like the attacks were in slow motion. He slipped left, rotated with a pivot, and backhanded David across the face—not hard, but enough.
David hit the mat again, groaning.
"Lesson one," M said, crouching. "Speed is not enough. Precision. Timing. Calmness."
David spat blood on the mat and chuckled. "I get it, I am weak."
"You're improving," M smirked.
A voice from the balcony above interrupted.
"You're going to kill him before he gets good," Gloria called out, standing with Ava, both sipping iced tea, watching through the safety glass.
"He won't die," M replied, "He's too angry to die. Right, David?"
David was already pushing himself off the mat.
"You're damn right I am."
One Week later
During the previous week, M trained David like a beast trains its cub — harsh, efficient, tireless. There were no shortcuts. No fake praise. No hand-holding.
Each day began before the sun rose over the glowing filth of Night City, and each night ended when David collapsed in the sparring mats of the estate's private gym or passed out in a Delamain AV on their way back from a hunt.
Areas of Focus:
- Hand-to-Hand Combat:
M showed David a dozen martial styles, most lethal, none elegant. Elbows to crush throats. Knees to shatter ribs. Everything fluid, vicious, clean. Sparring usually ended with David gasping on the floor.
- Swordsmanship:
"A gun runs dry. A blade doesn't."
M's supernatural mastery over his katana — Edge of Eternity — was a dance of death David couldn't follow. Still, under M's strict guidance, he began wielding a training blade with purpose, not panic.
- Firearms & Targeting:
Glocks, revolvers, precision rifles. M taught David trigger discipline, controlled bursts, bullet drop — everything. They practiced with live targets — scavs, gangoons, and anyone dumb enough to cross their path.
- Sandevistan Combat:
"Stop flickering like a broken doll. Time your activations. Use terrain. Use physics."David learned to chain Sandi bursts with movement — disarming one scav, breaking the jaw of another, leaping over cover like it was instinct.
- Driving & High-Speed Pursuit:
David learned to handle a car under pressure. Under fire. Under pursuit. M made him drift through gunfire, reverse-ram motorcycles, and even maneuver a Type-66 on two wheels.
- Reconnaissance & Strategic Planning:
Every hunt was preceded by planning. M showed David how to scout from rooftops, hack cameras, analyze enemy movement patterns, and strike with surgical precision.
- Stealth & Assassination:
"Your feet are too loud. Your breath is too quick. Your heart will get you killed."David learned how to kill with knives and wires, silence a scream, and vanish in the dark.
- Academic Combat Training:
Physics. Chemistry. Biology. M taught David the battlefield application of science. Homemade explosives. Makeshift poisons. Blood clotting agents. Bone trauma patterns.
They didn't just train.
They killed.
Every night, they hunted scavs.
M would drop David into a base and tell him simply: Clean.
Sometimes M helped. Sometimes he vanished in the shadows, only cleaning the scavs that David missed. Other times, M observed from a drone, critiquing David's kill patterns in real time.
Examples:
- Abandoned Clinic, Southside:
David entered through the skylight, took out six scavs silently. His gun jammed. He improvised with a bone saw.
- Container Yard in Watson:
Forty scavs. They stood on a crane, and David rained down sniper shots. killing everyone
- K9 Cyberhound Den, Badlands:
David used sandi to outmaneuver the dogs and crushed their cyberbrains with a pipe. M said nothing. But for once, he smiled slightly.
Every time David gets overconfident, M reminds him of his first hunt
Flashback ...
THE FIRST HUNT, day one ....
Location: Scav Hideout – Pacifica Slums
"Lesson 9: Never aim unless you plan to kill. And never miss if you plan to live."
M's voice echoed through the empty warehouse, clipped and precise, like a bullet slicing through silence.
David panted, one knee on the cold concrete floor, revolver trembling in his hands. He'd just missed a clean shot, grazing the head of a scav instead of popping it. M stood a few meters away, unfazed, arms crossed, eyes like glass daggers under the dim industrial lights.
The scav had barely turned before M's revolver barked once — the back of the man's skull painting the wall red.
"Again," M ordered, voice devoid of praise or anger. Just a command, the kind that expects results, not excuses.
Location: Back at the Mansion, Day 8 ....
With M, money wasn't an issue. Neither was access.
Through Victor and Rogue's connections, David underwent a full military-grade cyberware overhaul ...
Victor sat on a stool beside a med station inside the underground clinic M had retrofitted into his mansion. David lay shirtless, cybernetic ports gleaming under overhead lights.
"You've done a number on yourself, kid," Victor grumbled, chewing on a toothpick.
"He can take it," M said from across the room.
Victor sighed, pulling out a silver case and placing it on the table. Inside was a full suite of Gen 5 military-grade cyberware.
"Kiroshi Optics. Gen 5. Integrated threat tracking and reaction time adjusters."
He gestured to another kit.
"Titanium-laced skeleton. You fall from a building, your bones won't turn to dust."
Another case—muscle strands like black rope inside cryogel.
"Synthetic muscles. Gen 5. You'll be built like a corpo enforcer in a week."
He gestured to another kit, and then another and another...
David looked up at M. "All of this?"
"You're an investment," M said flatly. "Don't disappoint."
Installed Components:
- Kiroshi Optics Gen 5:
Advanced threat analysis, zoom, thermal vision, X-ray. Facial recognition built-in. HUD locked and synced with Sandevistan.
- Reinforced Titanium Skeleton:
Enhanced bone density. Resistance to blunt force trauma. Allowed David to survive impacts that would kill any normal human.
- Synthetic Muscle :
Accelerated physical strength and muscle response. Visible bulk increase — David now looked like a warrior, not a schoolboy.
- Subdermal Armor Plating:
Gen 5 military-grade mesh layered under skin. Blunt-force, small-caliber, and fragmentation resistance.
- Advanced Nervous Interface for Sandevistan:
Fully synced. Reflexes enhanced. Cooldown lowered by 30%.
- Nanite-assisted Bloodstream Control:
Toxin resistance, blood loss control, and faster healing from minor wounds.
Victor grinned after the surgery. "Kid's got more chrome than a cyberpsycho now. But you didn't cut corners — this is art. Military fucking symphony in the human body."
M nodded once. "He'll need every bit of it."
Location: Abandoned Corporate factory, Night City Outskirts
David moved like a wolf, silent, deadly. He breached the facility with M beside him this time. A dozen targets inside—ex-scavs turned traffickers. M told David to handle it.
He didn't disappoint.
Using wall jumps, Sandevistan bursts, and his enhanced strength, he cleared the lower floor in under a minute. He took bullets and barely flinched. The new muscle and skeleton absorbed the kinetic force like a beast.
One scav tried to run.
David hurled a knife—it lodged between the fleeing man's shoulder blades.
"Clear," David said into the comm.
M walked in slowly, looked around, and nodded. "You're getting there."
Location: M's Mansion, Later That Night
Gloria poured water into a glass, handing it to David as he slumped on the couch. Ava was cleaning M's pistols beside them.
"You're doing amazing," Gloria said softly.
David smiled through the exhaustion. "Can't believe it's only been two weeks."
Ava raised an eyebrow. "Only? You're fighting like a top-tier merc."
"I've got a good teacher," David admitted.
Across the room, M stood at the window, eyes lost in the city's glow. He heard their words. Said nothing.
Later that night .....
David stood in the training compound, shirt off, breathing hard. His scars were fresh. His eyes were different.
M walked up beside him, arms crossed.
"You can kill a top-tier merc now," M said. "That doesn't make you strong. That makes you competent. Strength comes when you can walk into a warzone and walk out without a scratch."
David smirked, eyes gleaming under the moonlight. "Then train me until I can walk through hell in a T-shirt."
M didn't laugh. But he nodded once.
"Good."
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Yooo Author here, I tried to recreate the deleted chapter to the best of my ability .
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Please leave a review, and later, I will drop an auxiliary chapter where I want you to decide who the female lead/s will be .