Hunger Games Training Outfits Novels & Stories

*** The dawn of the last day of training arrived quite dramatically without sunrise, it arrived with a suffocating, grey fog that covered the fortress and wall whole. The courtyard was filled with black leather uniforms, polished steel, and heavy, silent tension. The high ranking students stood in perfect, martial formation, their faces grim as the heavy transport wagons were loaded with weapons, provisions, and specialized gear. We were moving. The five days of brutal, sleepless preparation were officially over, and the departure for the Tri-Pack Competition in the Neutral Territories was finally upon us.

Wooden targets were scattered throughout the field, along with large stones and platforms arranged at different heights. I could already imagine Xathura running through there. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the sleeves of my training uniform. The outfit was simple but beautiful. The fitted black shirt hugged my body comfortably without restricting my movement, with a silver eclipse emblem embroidered over my left chest. The matching black training pants were slightly loose around my legs, allowing me to move freely, and the lightweight black boots reached just above my ankles. I had never owned anything like it before. It made me feel like I was preparing for something important.

"We've prepared your bath and an outfit for today's training session. Alpha Marcus himself sent this dress, especially for you." Intrigued, Zyra peeked at the clothes. It wasn't the usual finery she expected from royalty, but a simple yet practical outfit designed for movement. A pair of sturdy leather boots, comfortable trousers that allowed for easy strides, and a tunic of a soft, breathable material. A spark of excitement ignited within her. Training. It felt like a step closer to truly belonging in this new life. "Thank you," Zyra replied, her voice a little hoarse from sleep. "I can manage the bath myself. Please, don't feel you have to wait."

I told her and she grinned at me immediately with so much glee twinkling in her eyes just from hearing me say I wanted to train with her too. “I’m not going to ask you about why you couldn't join the army then but if you want to start training with me as a beginner too, then I’d be very happy to have you join me Jenny but first, we need to get you something else to wear cause you can’t wear jeans to train” she said to me and my heart fell immediately once I realized that I would have to wear a half vest and shorts and all the scars on my thighs and back would be exposed for everyone to see.

“Good. Get dressed. We start in twenty minutes.” Twenty minutes later I found myself standing in the training grounds behind the pack house wearing a pair of leggings and a loose shirt that Mike had given me. The fabric stretched over my small baby bump not showyy and I felt ridiculously exposed. There were other pack members scattered around the field. Some were sparring with each other while others ran laps or practiced with weapons. They all looked so confident and capable and I felt like a joke standing there.

The scene did not look like a training but a one-sided massacre. She had tied her black hair in the shape of a bun, exposing her bony collar. Her current outfit was revealing her body with flesh in all the right places. Her gorgeous figure was enough to mesmerize any healthy youth. With extremely agile movements, several curves were trying to hop out from her skin-tight shorts. She was also wearing a gray training bra, a quite revealing one at that. This kind of outfit was not just for a show, but it served the purpose of not getting into the way of her exceedingly rapid movements. Besides, several permanent wounds and scratches were also stretching out on her skin. Despite being covered by

Training had become a way of life for me, and I would not sit around like a helpless damsel in distress waiting for Luca to acknowledge or save me if things went wrong. I quickly put on my workout clothes, opting for a simple pair of leggings and a sports bra to keep me cool during the training. As I stormed out of the house and into the gardens, I could see a group of twenty soldiers training side by side in hand-to-hand combat. Each one was throwing punches and trying to distribute their weight correctly.

I really needed to eat more, I didn’t want to burn out and had to stop training because of food. When I was done with my meal I picked the outfit he kept for me for training. It consisted of dark gray tights that were loose enough around my legs but not too loose to make it difficult to run. It also covered everything except my chest and neck. I wore a tank top underneath it, it looked very expensive. I dressed up immediately, trying to calm my nerves and excitement. I put my hair in a messy ponytail and tied it securely with the leather cord around my wrist.

Kira could feel their gazes on her as she picked out her training clothes. "Good thing I got this ready already," Kira said to herself as she pulled out her all-black training outfit. It was perfect for her training today. It was a tight, long-sleeved black top that clung to her body, paired with fitted black pants. "How's this?" She asked them as she slipped on her black combat boots. "I like it, it's comfortable and free." "Yeah it's perfect," Bryan and Aiden both complemented. "You are definitely ready to kick some ass today," Bryan teased and whistled softly, nodding with approval.

I muttered, angrily. “Can you guys cut it out? It’s not funny. You keep forgetting that she’s not a dude.” Lucas said, coming behind me. “Come on, follow me.” He said quietly, near my ear. He took my hand and led me upstairs as the rest fell quiet. “So, I got these training fits for you. I made sure it was comfortable in all ways for you.” He said, looking at the clothes on his bed. It was a gym wear that has a removable skirt around it, and I have an option of wearing leggings with the skirt attachment or shorts with the skirt attachment or even without the skirt at all. I guess he chose it to make sure I’m comfortable. Aw so sweet.