Little Space For Beginners Novels & Stories

"Michael, you will teach me how to use these properly. I can’t be caught in a battle with a target on my back. I’ve seen you use your wings as an extension and weapon in battle you will teach me how to do so to” he nodded. How much farther are the bathing waters? My impatience showing. I wasn’t used to having to wait. Usually, I just blinked and bam I was there. Wings were so... Interrupting my thoughts, he answered me. “Not long now,” he said flashing me a beautiful sexy smile. How had I not noticed how hot he is? Before I knew it, I was free-falling. My stomach instantly flew into my throat. That ass dropped me!

“Training is going to be hard at first. Your body isn’t used to this yet. You’re going to get tired. You’re going to get frustrated.” I nodded, because I don’t know why kind of training was about to take place. “I know.” His expression softened. “But you’re not doing this alone,” he added. Victor stepped closer on my other side. “We’re here,” he said. That word again. We. Something in my chest settled. Training started simple. Basic movements. Balance. Footwork. Breathing control. No weapons yet. No fighting. But after twenty minutes, my legs were already shaking. After forty, I was sweating.

"In that case, you'll have to show me some of your moves." I immediately balked, waving my hands in protest. "Oh no, I couldn't! I'm still just a beginner; I don't really know much yet." But Trent was insistent, already taking a step back to give me some space in the center of the room. "Come on, humor me. Just a little something to give me a taste." I sighed as I shuffled into position, my face burning with embarrassment. Closing my eyes, I tried to recall the simple routine from my last lesson - a few basic steps, a turn, and finish with a pose.

“I’m tired of being helpless. I’m tired of freezing up when things get dangerous. I need to know how to protect myself.” Tiny studied me for a long moment, his expression thoughtful. Then he nodded slowly. “Alright. But this isn’t going to be easy, and you’re going to get hurt. You sure you’re ready for that?” “I’m sure.” “Okay then.” He wiped his hands on a rag and gestured for me to follow him. “Let’s start with the basics.” He led me to a cleared space in the garage where there was a heavy bag hanging from the ceiling. The leather was worn and cracked, obviously well-used.

"But how do I learn without trying? And trying might break things?" "Start small," Connection suggested. "Whisper instead of shout. Touch instead of grab." The child whispered, "Like this?" and reality barely shivered instead of shaking. "Better. Now try describing something without creating it." Genesis concentrated hard—effort visible in how air crystallized around it. "The sky is... blue. Not making it blue, just saying it's blue. Oh! I did it! I said without making!" We felt collective relief through our bonds. Genesis could learn control. The question was whether it could learn fast enough.

He approached cautiously, and I could smell the nervousness rolling off him in waves. “You’re early,” he said. “Punctuality is important.” I stood and moved to the center of the clearing. “Are you ready to begin?” He nodded, though I could see the uncertainty in his posture. Good. Uncertainty kept you alive. I didn’t beat around the bush and just began. “First lesson,” I said, beginning to circle him slowly. “Your size is both a weakness and an advantage. You’ll never win a fight through brute strength, so you need to be smarter and faster than your opponent.”

“There’s been a couple of kids who skipped training this past week. We’ve been trying to find out what’s wrong, get them to come back, but they’re proving difficult. Stanley went to see them today. They claim the system is rigged, that you came in and suddenly, you’re almost at the top, but they’ve been stuck at one level for years. I don’t know what magic they think will get them to upgrade, and I almost started throwing punches when I heard they were trying to drag you into it.” “What level are they at?” I ask, a frown on my face. “Two are beginners, and three are level two.” “I struggled at level two. I struggled a lot. Almost thought I wouldn’t make it out of there.” Level two is for spa

"Excuse me, is there a studio here for ikebana classes?" A woman pushing a stroller inquired as she approached the reception area. "Are you a new participant looking to sign up?" The woman at the front desk looked excited. "Yes, but I’m a complete beginner." "That’s no problem. We have classes for beginners, and after all, every expert started as an amateur." The receptionist smiled and handed over a form to fill out. "But, excuse me, is it okay if I bring my baby? I don’t want to leave him at home alone." The woman hesitated, pointing at the stroller.

“Let’s practice a little sparring, shall we? Just sixty seconds.” “Sixty seconds?” I cocked my head. “That’s not a very long time.” Drake chuckled. “It feels like a lot longer when you’re in it.” With that, we set the timer and began to circle each other. I kept my stance low and wide, just as both Drake and Noah had taught me, my hands up and head ducked. I lunged forward on one leg, wrapping my arms around Drake’s waist in an attempt to get him down on his back, but he was too powerful.

She better get in line because I’ve been itching for a fight to vent out my pain and frustration. We arrived at the training grounds a few minutes later. It was like a huge football pitch but subdivided into sections. There was a part for obstacle training on the left. A part for sparring just a little further from it. And then towards the end was a part for simple exercises for beginners and that’s where we were headed. “Since I don’t know how you were trained, you have to start from the basics to learn our techniques. But since you’re already physically fit, we will skip some things.” Emilio said.