Trainers In Oblivion Novels & Stories

The thought of the open world without a single person at my back felt like a death sentence. I didn’t look away. I watched his spine stiffen as I spoke. "I don't know what I'm doing," I said. My voice cracked, but I hardened it. "Cain is my trainer. I’m not going anywhere without people I trust." My father’s eyes were chips of ice. "In their current state, they are unstable. Distracted. They’re useless to you." "Those are my terms," I snapped.

Renna's Hunter training program got its first official enrollment in March. Twelve people. Eight were Oslo exits. Three were from other community backgrounds — self-trained Hunters who had been operating without certification because the certification track ran through oversight-affiliated networks they hadn't trusted. One was Sora. The oversight body's formal certification process for independent Hunter training programs had never been applied to a program not connected to an existing network. Tobias had spent six weeks building the framework from first principles, which he did not say was difficult but which he also never claimed was easy.

The commanders have control over 500 yellow ranked trained soldiers. A sinking feeling started rising inside my gut. Firstly is Eden, the jovial and calm alpha infant of me. Even with all his unseriousness. I had seen him with my two eyes stop a lethal arrow with nothing but his bare chest. Then we have the Velvet Devil twins, and then this…, an orange instructor that is training a bunch of college kids. When did the world become so foreign to me?

I’d poked myself more than five times with the darts, God knows what kind of disaster awaited me with a knife in hand. “Starting today,” Adrian said, ignoring my response entirely, “Romano will no longer be training you.” My stomach sank. Adrian gestured to the man who’d entered with him. “Meet Dead Ted. He’ll be your trainer from now on and will continue training you until I say otherwise.” Dead Ted? “I don't need a new trainer?” I said, crossing my arms. “Romano’s a go… goodish trainer,” I added, glancing up at the new guy. My eyes widened as I took him in, quickly concluding that he wasn’t remotely trainer material.

Director Arlo stood before Tristan, a hint of approval in his eyes. "Your performance in the Tracking Skills Test was impressive. You've demonstrated adaptability, resourcefulness, and compassion." Tristan nodded, his senses still heightened from the ordeal. Director Arlo's voice cut through the silence, his eyes gleaming with intensity. "Now, it's time for your next challenge, Tristan—Stealth and Infiltration Training." Tristan's instincts quickened, his senses heightening as he anticipated the difficulties ahead. This training would push him to master the shadows, to become a ghost.

The training grounds also housed state-of-the-art equipment and obstacle courses designed to challenge and push our limits. Alpha Darwin introduced me to our esteemed training instructor, Marcus, who had been instrumental in guiding our pack members to achieve their fullest potential. Marcus, a seasoned warrior himself, emphasized the importance of discipline and teamwork in our training sessions. He explained how our physical prowess and unity as a pack were vital for our survival and success.

Marcus was in a rage, and seeing that the two students could barely hold onto him, the trainer asked for Damon and James to jump in as well. They managed to somehow immobilize him, and he was taking deep breaths to calm down while Tyson was checked over by the trainer and sent somewhere else with the two students that helped him. As my group silently watched everything that had just happened, a voice startled. “I was wondering where you all were.” Our trainer, Mr. Hipin, stood behind us with his arms crossed over his chest. He gave us all a stern look and we felt ashamed for being caught. “This will earn you ten more laps around the field, and make it a sprint,” Mr. Hipin ordered.

“They’re— they’re faster than they should be!” Tora gave a mock solemn nod. “You’ll thank me later. Tiny Primals are the ultimate trainers. They sneak in agility, reflexes, and sheer terror in a single package. Plus, they’re cute, which is basically cheating.” Jax added, smirking, “And relentless. Like the creatures we’re training against—minus the teeth… hopefully.”

He smiles as he hands over the box in his hand . " Why did dad send you ? He could have sent anyone . " I wonder out loud . " I'll try not to be offended and offer you some training instead . " His eyes glimmer mischeviously . " Ugh , you'll kill me . I don't want to die after just embracing my immortal life . Isn't that ironic as well as cruel ? " I complain . Mark was my first main trainer . He would oversee my lessons and if he wasn't available he was sure to contact others to fill in his space like Mike .

“And we watch what they build.” Training started in the dimmest corner of the main hall rather than the open courtyard. Malrick and Sylvie faced five recruits: Rylan, Kira, the silent hunter Fen, and the twins Liv and Tor. The rest of the pack pretended not to watch, but curiosity thickened the air. Malrick spoke first, voice rough as grinding stone. “This work is not about strength. Strength without sense gets you killed quickly. This is about silence, stillness, and seeing what others miss.”