Flr Training Stories Novels & Stories

"Break the rules and become the sea monster!" I hadn't expected him to understand my artistic metaphor so completely. The realization was both thrilling and unsettling. Suddenly, Florian's expression changed, softening slightly. "Let me tell you a short story." "Alright," I agreed, curious where this was going. "When I was 7 or 8 years old in the Western Territories," he began, "my brother took me to a training base. Isabella was there—not yet my sister-in-law—as one of my instructors." I tried to imagine a young Florian, already being groomed for leadership.

… "Warren, needless to say, your comprehensive abilities are excellent in every aspect.On the contrary, Flora's comprehensive abilities are poor in every aspect." Blair's words were so sharp and straightforward that Flora blushed and almost cried. "It's okay.It's just the beginning.From now on, we will practice more to improve ourselves," I tugged at Flora's sleeve and comforted her in a low voice. After Blair finished his evaluations on us, the boring targeted training began. But since I was injured, I could only watch the basic video lessons as remediation to fill in my foundation. After leaving the training ground, I felt restless, wandering around like a puppet.It was my first time doing

"Damn, these freaks of nature…" "Rain! you realise how fucked up this is, right?" "You've gotta be kidding me!" Are we a fucking joke to them? "It took us three months of blood and sweat… and they learned it in just 3 minutes?" What they never anticipated began to transpire soon after. Falco removed the training wheels altogether. Creed and Falco were now on the same wavelength. From time to time, both their weapons began to juggle in their hands.

They didn’t look alike, but the way they carried themselves – oh, and the stories. Our practices up to the tournament only consisted of Coach Greg having us spar, and dissecting the entirety of the spar afterward: how you moved, why you did this thing, that thing, what were you anticipating, how did you adapt when things didn’t go how you expected… those sorts of questions. Those didn’t take long, and soon after that, we’d get to the really nice part of Coach Greg’s practices: his stories of his youthful adventures with my grandfather, the Maestro – though he wasn’t called the Maestro back then, he was simply called “Flavio”.

Now I was ready for my four-day training course for AFF—it was called Accelerated Freefall. “That’s what I’d been telling you. You’re a fast learner.” “And let’s not forget that I don’t chicken out anymore.” “Exactly! Because you have one of the best instructors.” He raised his hand for a high five.” “And who might that be because I have two instructors with me,” I smirked. “You have to admit, Kenny. I’m the best. When you get back to America, you can recommend and tag me on your social media.” I laughed out loud. It felt good to laugh—like really really good. I couldn’t believe that it had been days since I heard myself laugh. It was during that night in Vegas.

The ones who dumped their mess on me, Dominic for letting suspicion eat him alive, and Mira, with that fake smile. We trained until the field out back was nothing but muddy chaos and sore muscles. I didn’t push the boys and men so they could win a council debate. I wanted something real, something rumors couldn’t touch. I taught them how to hold a ridge, sniff out fake retreats, track in the rain, stuff you don’t learn in a council meeting. Their bodies caught on fast. Their brains? Well, some, yeah. Others just kept looking to the council for orders, or to the wind for the next bit of gossip.

Ryder's POV "Gregor, I had planned to talk to you later but now seems like a perfect time. I plan to overhaul the training program, I want to open training to women, children and everyone without a title, everyone will train. I also wish to break down daily training, mornings will be for children as the first part of the school day, afternoons will be introductory training for women and those who have had no access to training, evenings will be for intermediate adults, and there will be a second group in the evenings for elite skilled warriors who will now be called Deltas," I explain, Gregor and the trainers who have gathered all nod as they take in the changes.

Instead, it made today feel a whole hell of a lot easier, especially now that Kyra had a chance to run out all of her pent-up energy last night in preparation for today. My stomach was filled with butterflies, both a mix of excitement and anxiety, but I was prepared for this. Ready to get this training started, so I could be prepared to take on whatever surprises Delmira was going to be throwing my way. "So, who am I going against first?" I whispered to Mildred as I stared at the small group of warriors before me. The five warriors had all been chatting away before we arrived, but with one look from Mildred, they quickly formed a line, their smiles wiped from their faces. Lira stood at the e