Novel & Cerita My Hero Academia: Training Of The Dead

He's still staring at the map, studying it as he walked. He only stared for five minutes, and he had all he needs to know in his head before folding it in his pocket, then he started walking to the training hall. The clan is not so wide, but it's rich, making him wonder if Toyota was born in money, or is it her narcotics business??? The question stayed unanswered till he got to the training hall and met what he wasn't expecting. The dead bodies of two trainees were already lying in blood, and another one is on his knees in front of Toyota, ready to get killed.

For weeks, Elara had been uncharacteristically silent. No attacks, no cryptic threats—just silence. But silence from her wasn’t peace. It was preparation, and we all knew it. I stood at the edge of the training grounds, watching as the warriors sparred in the late afternoon light. Their movements were sharp, their focus unyielding. They trained like their lives depended on it—because they did. “Lola!” Jessica’s voice cut through my thoughts. I turned to see her jogging toward me, her usual playful grin absent.

“They’re Valentine blood, cher. That kind of power’s not meant to be understood.” Jonah sat near the hearth, sharpening a blade. “But it’ll be enough to end this war.” Junie pressed a kiss to Jade’s soft head. “It has to be.” Outside, the training slowed. The recruits—though fast and strong—stood panting in awe of the three figures at the center. Adonis straightened, brushing a streak of blood from his jaw. “They’ll remember tonight.” Lucien nodded, crimson eyes glowing. “Good. It means they’re learning.”

It is their way of preparing them for what's ahead, facing a Werewolf, Vampire and the others is not a child play. The sight was bloody to behold but Alfredo was smiling. "If you die you die as a hero, fighting is our only way of surviving this world that is crawling with creatures that shouldn't be here. Be strong, is either you kill or get killed and a true Hunter knows this. Your opponent will be strong, faster or more intelligent then you but we are always one step ahead of them. We have weapons they can not touch, things that weak them and strength that should match their own, that is why when you die here in this training, you die for honor. It is what you've chosen so that be a weakli

he screamed back. “Come to the training grounds now!” I then cut the link and mind linked Damon. “Damon?” I called to him. “Your timing is fucked up man, just when I am about to get laid you call me.” He was frustrated but I didn’t care. We had a crisis. “Come to the training grounds, Helen is dead.” I then cut the link and waited. It didn’t take long for both of them to appear. Adolph stopped in his tracks when he saw the bodies. “Please tell me we are not under attack?” the coward asked. “No, but one of my warriors is dead because of the attack that happened a few minutes ago.”

I cut him off feeling the tears accumulate at the brim of my eyes, "Don't say that. What are you even talking about" "Lyra calm down. I'm doing all that I can. You passed out on our way to our destination and it's been a week now since we got home, you just woke up. I've run some spells and had doctors checked up on you but you're crying one of the most powerful Alpha's offspring, the chances of survival are only directed to the child and not to you Lyra. Your powers could tear you apart if you don't begin training and understanding in what way you could control them" he explains in one breath his words getting to me one after the other.

Alexei “Dead,” I say. The word drops into the dust of the training yard like a stone, heavy enough to crush toes. “You’re dead, Joran. You’re dead, Silas. And you-” I point a wooden training blade at a young wolf named Kael, who is currently clutching his ribs and wheezing in the dirt. “You died three minutes ago. You’re just too stupid to stay down.” The yard is silent, save for the heavy, ragged breathing of warriors who look like they’ve been chewed up by a thresher. They’re sweating, bleeding from minor scrapes, and looking at me with a mix of terror and exhaustion.

She wore black combat gear and moved like every step was a threat. "I am Instructor Kaine," she announced. Her eyes swept over us, cold and assessing. "In this class, you will learn to fight. You will learn to defend yourselves. And you will learn that weakness is a choice." Her gaze landed on me. My breath caught in my throat. "Blood Servants are not exempt from training," she continued. "If you cannot defend yourselves, you are dead weight. And dead weight gets cut from this academy. Permanently." The girl beside me made a small, broken sound. I dug my nails into my palms so hard I felt skin break.

Below, the lower gate of the wolf training court opened, and two younger Dominion students entered carrying blunted practice blades. Their voices rose faintly, distant and irrelevant. The normal rhythms of the academy were returning. Theron wanted no part of them. Maelik shifted closer. “So, what are you going to do?” Before Theron could answer, pain hit him, sharp and immediate. He jerked upright, every muscle locking as a pulse of heat tore through his chest and down his spine. Ruin surged awake with a snarl, claws scraping against the inside of his skin.

"The individual competition will follow a platform-based format, similar to the initial trial for the extraordinary alliance, with random pairings. The winner advances, and the loser enters the revival match. The final top ten will include three from the revival match..." "Due to limited resources, the special training camp doesn’t have a dedicated healing chamber, but Instructor Jess possesses powerful healing abilities, and with the use of healing drugs, you’ll be able to recover from injuries. So, don’t worry about getting hurt—go all out. In the world of the extraordinary, there’s no place for the weak!" As he spoke these last words, Instructor Tahn’s fierce gaze swept across the members