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.

"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.

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

This is one way of protecting new breakers and making sure they survive. “We'll have you fight against the training dolls. We'll start at level one and we can keep increasing the difficulty up to fifteen if you wish.” He finished tinkering with his data pad after confirming everyone's presence. “Right. Let's go.” He led them into another hall that had a sparring area in the middle. A training dummy was standing in the center.

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.

He looks like a boy with a plan. "Heading to the training room?" I ask. Arlo nods eagerly. "Yes!" According to the campus map on the forum, the Academy has multiple training facilities split into 'Free' and 'Paid' zones. I need to test out my new Death God stats, and Arlo needs to figure out how to be a Healer instead of a flower vase, so we head straight for the primary Training Center. The lobby is a sprawling masterpiece of white marble and sleek metal. But the front reception desk is completely empty.

He didn’t waste time. “What is the meaning of this?” he asked, pointing at my body. “I’ve been paying for your sessions for over three months now and I’m not seeing any results. Do you guys even know what you are doing?” I thought for a while. It hit me then. It had actually been over four months since I had one serious training session with Marcus. Each time we scheduled for the training, we would end up having sex all the time. My face felt hot. I didn’t know what to say right away. Ryan waited, eyes on me, expecting an answer.

By exam week, Avi was finally accepted not as Trace’s daughter, not as Cain’s mate, not as a Duchess… But as one of them. Six trainees hovered in the high atmosphere, the thin air shimmering around their wings. The simulation required: long-range flight precision maneuvering evasive techniques aerial combat assessments team coordination under pressure Avi felt ready. Verek paced on the floating observation platform, barking orders into the comm unit. “Five minutes to start! Trainees final systems check!” Avi inhaled deeply, centering herself. The others gave nervous glances. Kael, surprisingly, nodded at her. “Try not to show off too much, Sunner.”