Within the first year since she had begun her training, Amaya had built up her immunity to low level paralytic poisons, able to walk almost as normally as one would normally do so. She no longer cried when cut or burned, but she would still lose consciousness at the average rate when submerged in water, and her hand-to-hand combat and swordplay where improving rapidly, with again an average rate of archery. Her writing and reading improved greatly with Akihime teaching her, able to read fluently, and her writing had nary a wobble in it.
Within two years she was able to withstand paralytic poison and preform simple tasks such as writing or dressing in armor, and then removing it in the same order. Her swordplay had gotten considerably better and she no longer had to be only on the defensive when sparring with Mitsunari. She no longer cried out when she was lashed with a whip or electrocuted, able to remain conscious submerged in water for a good amount of time. Her other combat skills had all improved greatly, and archery was no longer an issue.
Four years after she began her training, Amaya no longer shed tears when her fingernails where removed, her feet submerged in boiling oil, or her fingers dislocated. She was able to spar against Mirsunari while drugged with three different poisons - though not for very long - and Akihime had even learned the Dunmer native tongue to teach Amaya as well, which they could both speak fluently in, but Amaya had a hard time writing.
Five years after her training had began, Amaya was able to actively fight Mitsunari while under the influence of five potions for a maximum of twelve minutes, able to hold her breath for three and a half minutes, withstand fires being started directly on her limbs, partially skinned, and bones broken without so much as a flinch. Akihime was the only reason she wasn't crippled beyond repair, her godly healing abilities mending her broken bones, and even allowing her missing flesh to scar over rapidly.
Amaya sat strapped the same chair she had been returning to for five years, eyes fixed ahead. She no longer cried or screamed, thrashed or flinched- even when the blade of a torture tool was pushed through her shoulder and out the other end, her eyes would only glaze over, becoming half-lidded as she gained a thousand-yard stare that could counter a draugers.
