I Have 10 Training Avatars Novels & Stories

It was a delightful sight, witnessing the next generation embodying the spirit of their predecessors. Avla's eyes scanned the area as they approached the training field, noting with a smile that everyone remained in human form, still clothed. She wondered whether it was Gideon's, Tanner's, or a joint decision to keep today's training strictly human. It was a thoughtful consideration, given Avery's presence.

} Ivy let out a sharp breath, placing one hand on her waist. "Different directions?" she muttered. "So I'll be getting hit from everywhere?" She tightened her grip on the bat. "It's not like I have multiple arms to block everything at once." Ding! {That is why you must become faster, Host.} {This training will last for two hours.} Ivy's eyes widened slightly. "Two..." {If you stop before completion, the session will reset.} {You will begin again from the start.} {Are you ready, Host?}

Calla's POV The next day, a surge of excitement coursed through my veins as I prepared for another day of training. After completing my morning routine, I quickly donned my training attire and made my way to the dojo, eager to put theory into action. With each step, I could feel the anticipation building within me. As I entered the dojo, my eyes widened in awe at the sight before me. Elara had already set up a series of moving mechanical dummies, their sleek metallic frames ready to test my skills and resilience. The air was charged with energy, and I could sense the challenge that lay ahead.

He probably asked that question earlier and Rush groaned. “Glad you asked. See those tiles?” I glanced to look over the control panels into the training room. We were on the second floor and the room had a very high ceiling, almost the height of a fourteen-storey building. The tiles were triangular and moved according to the controls, elevated or tilted platforms replicated the various cityscape conditions. I smiled and mentally kissed goodbye to uneven footing and lack of friction. “There are weapon simulations too. I can run a program for a real-time simulation of various weapons. For hand to hand combat training, I had Nash help me recreate replicated sparring sessions. I’ve recorded seve

A receptionist glanced up, startled to see the child, but Finn offered a brief nod and led Marcello past the desk. As they approached the private training area, the faint sounds of exertion drifted through the corridor—controlled breathing, the dull thud of weights, a sharp, unmistakably familiar voice issuing commands. Marcello stopped abruptly. “That’s her.” Finn followed his gaze toward the closed door of the VIP training room. From inside came Ava’s voice—cool, clipped, unmistakably irritated. “Push-ups. Two hundred. Proper form. Start again if you cheat.” Marcello’s eyes widened slightly.

“All players file this way! Let’s go, Let’s go!” Mateo Davis, weapon’s trainer at the Camp, shouted. Some of the trainee’s mocked the way he moved his arms, flailing them about like one of those inflatable tube men. Mateo was like all the other trainers, cruel and a glutton for power. He had a thing for Delphine since he started working at the Camp, and had been rejected no less than thirteen times. The man didn’t know when to quit.

"You’ve got some insight, little girl, but you're still a little off the mark," Adrian said playfully. Annoyed, Eloise replied, "What do you mean by that, old man?" "We need to start with the levels," Adrian began to explain, "Do you know how many levels there are?" "Even a three-year-old knows the answer to that. It's Body Trainer, Foundation, Golden Core, Level Eight, Integration, and then Void Abyss. Beyond that, who knows," Eloise rattled off, finding the question childish and almost laughable.

“You know, there’s talk of you being dangerous. That you’re not really... you anymore.” “I’m still Mira.” Valen studied her face. “That may be, but are you still one of us?” She met his gaze. “Are you here to welcome me or test me?” “Why not both?” he replied, eyes gleaming. Behind them, the pool rippled—without wind. In Training Room Seven, Ophelia, Carl, and Tobias ran simulations. But every few minutes, their environment would glitch. Objects would flicker. Terrain would shift unexpectedly. Targets would multiply.

When Sparks Clash AZARIA POV Ashley had this irritating thing of dragging me into things I had conspired nothing with before. And by annoying, I mean, from time to time even life-saving. Like today. ‘Come on, Azaria,’ she had said after school, virtually pulling my arm off. “We will have to check out the newly introduced training gadgets. They’ve just changed them, the motion sensors, they’ve added a bit of an AI dummy which will kind of adjust to your level of power.”

Like it didn't hurt him at all. "I own ten thousand Neos out of which eight thousand five hundred are fully trained and a part of The Great Neos Army." Kaduna boasted. "They will do exactly what you order, when you order with no questions asked, just as you like. All of these men are trained all their life for this role and do their duties till the day they die." "I want all ten thousand." I said, scoping the vast expanse of land the entire army stood on. This army will definitely help me destroy Xillian's army, save Ava and still have enough of them help to give a tough fight to Adrik's army.