Trainers In Oblivion Novels & Stories

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

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?

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.”

Nox asks beside me, probably as confused as I am. The six trainee instructors are present with me now. Nox, Wren, Kai, Seraphina, Zarek, Caspian. The six of them have their specialty here and though this started as a way to train the upcoming generation so that they don't fail to protect themselves like we did because the older generation didn't prepare us they have been more than useful to me. They have been in charge of the smooth running of the pack, patrols, installation of new things, innovative thinking, and several others.

There were about 50+ monsters that were ready to engage at them at any moment. These numbers weren't that small but compared to 200 trainees, they were still considered few. The instructor did not say that all must participate but the price was so tempting that most of the trainees glinted their eyes in excitement. Nevertheless, they were under the watchful eyes of the instructors. They thought that, if they fell into a bad situation, the instructors would surely come and help them. They were high level after all. Compared to this rank C monsters, the instructors could easily dispatch them.

I had always been obedient. Whatever people told me to do, I did without question. When my wealthy biological parents finally brought me home, my adopted sister leaned close and whispered arrogantly, "I'm the one and only Saunders daughter. If you know what's good for you, leave on your own!" I obediently nodded. Then I turned around and ran straight into the traffic on the highway. My parents nearly lost their minds. They scrambled out of the car and dragged me back, their faces already pale with terror. My brother glared at me and warned in a low voice, "If you keep acting like this, I'll send you back to that hellhole." That night, I obediently locked myself inside a dog crate. When he fo

She left an hour before midnight, saying that she's sleepy. I spent an hour training alone, thinking about how will this mission goes. I mean, in a mission, you don't know if it's going to succeed or not, you don't know if you're going to be killed or not, you don't know what obstacles will we have to face. I ended up ruining 2 good punch bags. I sighed, I think it's enough for the night. I pick up my towel and water bottle and turned off the light. Just as I was about to leave the training room, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Unknown Number: Be careful of the mission.