Trainers In Oblivion Novels & Stories

Her grief and anger fueled her training, as she channeled her emotions into each strike, vowing to avenge her pack and bring justice to those responsible. Tristan's training was equally intense. He moved with a raw, unbridled energy, his fists clenched as he unleashed his frustrations on the training dummies. The memories of his family's betrayal and the loss of his pack were a constant weight on his shoulders, driving him to push harder, faster, and with more determination. Cora and Tristan trained side by side, pushing each other to their limits. They didn't speak much, but their shared understanding was evident in their eyes. They were united in their goal to uncover the truth and seek ju

As soon as he saw our team, he clapped his hands loudly. “Alright, everyone. Circle up.” The authority in his voice was instant. Natural. Everyone obeyed without even thinking. “We’re not coming last this year,” he said. “We’re not coming second either. We’re going for gold.” Murmurs spread through the group. I saw surprise. Excitement. Skepticism. He continued, “I’ve brought in professional trainers. Former athletes. People who actually know what they’re doing.” One of the trainers stepped forward, built like a wall of muscle.

When, at long last, he clapped his hands, saying it was time to do some stretching, he had a knowing smirk on his face, “How was your first taste of real training, folks?” Olivia dropped to her knees, and I went to her, even though I was wheezing myself. Extending a hand out, which she took gratefully, I helped her up. “You were not joking, Mr B,” Billy told him in a wonder-filled tone of voice. “For a combat trainer, you’re really something else.” “Yeah, for real,” Jeffrey Miller nodded, out of breath like the rest of us. “I miss Mr Brown,” Peter Ford let out in a mumbling, whining tone of voice.

"Why would a scoundrel like this get to be an Airburst candidate? Say you're sorry now!!" The purple-haired girl yelled and took another step closer to Angus. "Bring it on, arrogant clerk." Angus provoked Ravyn. But at that moment, the huge deep voice of a perfectly plump man who clearly weighed over a hundred kilograms stopped them. "Everybody freezes!" Everyone in the hall ceased their movement when the AB Trainer, who had gone to the bathroom less than a minute ago, returned. He is an ex-Airburst who was sent from the Headquarters to take care of trainees from this project specifically. After asking about the situation from the Assistant from the Personnel Department and some of the train

"Ok, you guys know what to do... start with two reps of 50 push ups, jumping Jack's, squats, 3 sets of sit ups. When you're done.... I want you to quickly go over the obstacle course. When you're done with the obstacle course, meet back here for further instructions... got it? Go!!" One by one, they all begin doing as they are told. By the end, Selene and Blake are head to head on the obstacle course. With Selene just one step behind him. Amazed and proud that he is easily doing the obstacle course, without much need to try, but Selene is swiftly following behind. They are the first to return to the front. Followed by Tyler, Liam, Chester, and Emily one of the new trainees. She's fast and sw

I tried to grab it back, but he turned away. “Who the hell have you been talking to?” he demanded. “All these messages from Marcus. Late night texts. What kind of training needs messages at midnight?” “They’re just about scheduling,” I lied. My heart was racing. “He’s a professional trainer. That’s it.” Ryan scrolled more. His face got redder. “Professional? The argument got louder. I finally managed to grab my phone back and went to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I sat on the edge of the tub, breathing hard. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. How much longer could I keep doing this?

"Well, you have to change the oil car and try not to get it spilled on you." "Can't you do that and I will work on whatever you're working on?" I questioned him. "I'm repairing two doors and then remove the whole paint." "On second thought, oil car works for me." I went to where the car was. I hate this place, I hate cars, and I hate oil car. I let my anger take over and the oil landed on me. Again. "Honestly, what is it with you and oil?" Trisha asked me. "This is how it's done." She said I was putting it in the wrong place. And that the car I was putting it on was for practice and in case I would screw.

Some machines simulated sword fights, while others mimicked the movements of opponents, allowing trainees to practice their reflexes and reaction time. The Obstacle Spree was a challenging, winding path filled with various obstacles designed to test agility, balance, and strategy. Trainees navigated through tunnels, climbed walls, and balanced on narrow beams, all while being timed and monitored. The Combat room was a large, open space where trainees could engage in live combat training. The arena was surrounded by tiered seating, allowing spectators to watch and learn from the training sessions.

Grupo kami pero madalas ay hindi sila kikilos nang walang pahintulot ni Hellios. “Crimson, Manslayer 021, in attendance.” I announced as I faced the trainees. “Manslayer 021 is one of our best in our department. She will be assisting you in close-combat battle trainings.” Paliwanag niya. “Manslayer 018, forward and center!” Sigaw niyang muli. Thyne marched forward, beside me. “Thyne, Manslayer 018, in attendance.”

I heard his voice, that authoritative tone, and felt a shiver run down my spine. "Yes, Mr. Barone." Again I was surprised, the salesman cringed in fear and quickly left to get the documentation and hand me a backpack with the laptop. "Hum... I didn't know you could scare people like that." I joked with him. It was easy for me, after all I had trained with him a few times before and I also had a prominent position with the pack. "I am part of the elite warriors, most of the trainers of the more advanced stages are part of the elite." I listened to the answer and smiled.