After a whole day of training yesterday, Winter and Artic have to now use this day to train with all their might to win the competition. Winter decided to call up their mother since she was a skilled fighter and also a tournament winner of the Wolf Clan Competition

Winter: *sleeping*

Artic: *sneaks into her room with an alarm on her phone* 'Gotta be quiet if I want her to be energized'

Artic played the alarm hiding outside the door making Winter get up and yelling

Artic: Worth it.

Winter: Sis!

Winter stormed out attacking her while Artic blocked all of it

Artic: Rise and shine! Tomorrow is the big day! We have to get stronger if we want to win!

Winter: Oh! Right!

Winter and Artic got ready, ate a bit of breakfast, and then went back to Artic's dojo to train for the big day. They were sword-fighting each other while chatting

Winter: Do you remember the training you did all those 8 days?

Artic: Aren't those just events to cheer me up?

Winter: Actually, I disguised those events as training so we could see what our strengths and weaknesses are

Artic: Really?

Winter: Yeah! *blocks one of her attacks*

Artic: Focus. When the enemy tries to strike, block to stun them, then go for the strike and kill

Winter: Some of those wolves are strong, especially the light and dark wolf clans!

Artic: That's true, but even they have weaknesses! Just check out what happened between Mom, Theia, and Darkhowla! Three of the strongest wolf clans fought it out and Mom came out victorious.

Winter: That's true! Since then, it's just been some light wolves, dark wolves, or even any of the higher or lower-class wolves that have been winning.

Artic: That is strange, but we got three godly wolves in the competition this time!

Winter: Yeah! Me, you, and that cunt!

Artic: OK let's watch our language

Winter: He lost his rights as a human.

Artic: *sighs*

They both continued training with all their might when they were suddenly teleported to their old homeworld.

Artic: What the?!

Winter: Don't get mad...but I might've called Mom.

Artic: Oh no.

Khione: Oh yes! Do you think you could hide the fact that my lovely two daughters are going to compete in the greatest competition of all time?

Artic: Mom we're fine on my own.

Khione: OK, then let's see how you guys go up against me.

Winter: Oh...crap.

Artic: Winter, you're so dead.

Winter and Artic: *get out their weapons in a fighting stance*

Khione: *gets ready to fight with her weapon*

Artic and Winter went ahead and started trying to land a hit on their mother, but she was too fast and agile striking them and dodging their attacks.

Artic: C'mon what is this?

Winter: Take it easy on the kid will ya?

Khione: Winter you're 13, you're a teenager. Second, I've seen you guys fight and it's too much on the offense.

Artic: What's wrong with that?

Khione: You fight like you guys aren't afraid of harm. Just because we're the highest class, doesn't mean we can't get hurt.

Winter: So that's why there have been diverse winners. 

Khione: They're very smart. Wolves from the upper and lower classes are not as weak as you think they are. Back when we were in the midst of a war between the Dark and light wolves, me and your father were cornered while you guys were still little. I bought time for your father to flee with you guys and well...when you're the champion of the Wolf Tournament X, you start to feel the adrenaline.

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Khione: Well well, you guys might just survive this.

Winter: We're gonna need more training.

Artic: And more weapons.

Khione: Now that's the godly wolf clan spirit I've been wanting to hear.

They all trained all day improving their fighting skills and attacks until it was night time as they were all teleported back to their house.

Khione: I'm so glad my babies are gonna become champions tomorrow

Winter: But what if we lose?

Khione: You won't! That's the mind of a quitter! Not a winner!

Artic: Right. We'll win this. Don't worry Winter.

Winter: *nods*

Khione teleported back to her home while Artic and Winter went into the house to rest for the day tomorrow, but not before someone snuck into their house and left presents for the both of them.