Today, marked a week since I came to this place,  and five days since I commenced my training.

And I am happy to say, that except for the big ugly red bruises on my hands, and the huge eye bags under my eyes. I made no progress.

I didn't know when I would actually start the real training.  As they said,  I had two weeks more before the tournament.  And all I did was chop wood. 

Bloody woods! No matter how many woods, I chopped, I kept meeting stalks  of  logs waiting the next day.

I walked fast to the garden, hoping I was done with doing the  headmaster's chores.

As usual, he was at his seat.
"Good morning, cheerful, handsome headmaster, it's so nice to see you  this bright, beautiful day" I greeted him.

"You are still chopping wood. Jay girl."

"Uh, come on, please let me do another thing, I preferred clearing that bush."

"You know what I told you, the earlier you start, the better for you."

Groaning loudly,  I picked up the ax and began chopping.

It was true, what he said. Every day,  I was assigned a large number of logs to chop, but if I didn't get it done before the next day, I will be given double, plus the one I left undone. And I learned that the hard way.

Log after log, chop after chop. I kept going,  but so was my frustration and anger.  With how much Blue and the others told me about the tournament,  I knew it wasn't a wood chopping competition.

And I wasn't going to die, because of someone's obsession with woods.

I dropped the ax and stood with arms crossed and a pouted lip.

"What now Jay?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing at all."

"Then get back to work, stop lazing about."

"No"

"I won't repeat myself again,  now get back to work."

I gulped, hesitating for a second, before I shook my head, in a sign of no. 

He got up, and made his way towards me. He stood in front of me with raised brows.

"And why is that?"

"Well, because, I'm sure you want me dead. But for your information, I don't want to die.

You said you were going to train me, but all I had been doing is your chores. I am not going to lift that ax anymore. I demand a proper training.

I was told, there are sword fights, and   a whole lot of weapon fights.  But all I am doing is chopping wood and clearing bushes.

Oh, no, no, no I am  done with that. I will tell Meg to get me another trainer because I can see you just want me dead.

I want a training for the tournament, not a training on living in the forest." I shouted taking a mouth full of air.

"Okay"

"Huh!" That is all he had to say? After my long speech.

"I said okay, Jay girl, you want training? You got it."

"Really?  I thought you didn't want to?"

"You did not ask."

"You got to be kidding me,  I literally begged you, every day."

"Yes, but you did not ask properly"

"Oh my bloody Messiah, if only I could strangle him. When  I pleaded with him, I was ignored. But now that I stated what I wanted, he simply agreed.
Just why wasn't I told this,  the very first day I started?"  

"Okay"

He led me out of the garden, and we trekked through the hallways. We entered a room, it looked like a huge gym,  with many workout equipment,  some I had never seen before.

But we walked passed it all and came in front of a door, which looked like a closest door.

He pushed it open, and my jaw fell open with it.

There were rows and rows of weapons,  and it wasn't a closet. It was another room.

Strolling in carefully,  I admired the weapons. There were guns, arrows, swords, knives, and what not. It was incredible.

But he went passed the weapons, and at a corner on the wall. He picked up two wooden swords and threw one at me, so fast that I didn't see it coming.

But of course, nothing gets pass my quick fingers. I grabbed it just inches away from my face. I made sure to do an exaggerated yarn.

"Is that all you got Mr headmaster?"

He looked intensely at me, before a slight smirk appeared on his face.

He turned back, leaving me alone in the room.

I hurried to him, why did he give me that face?.

We stopped at an empty space where a mat laid on the ground.
He took a seat close to the mat and sat, closing his eyes.

Really? He just woke up from sleep not long ago. And this lazy man was the best to train me? I doubt.

"Hey Mr headmaster. What are you doing?  Aren't you going to teach me?"

"Can't you be patient?  We are only waiting for your sparring partner."

"Oh... That is nice, you should have said that."

He jeered at me and went back to his fake sleep.

Not long after,  the door opened, and in came the psycho jerk prince.

Oh, you got to be kidding me. God of heaven, where are you,  I need you. Oh, mother spinning cat I am so dead today."

"I am sorry for my tardiness" he spoke with his annoying deep voice.

"Mr headmaster, I promise to be a good girl, I will never disrespect or disobey you again in my life. Please give me an opportunity to actually live, before I get killed in the tournament. I am telling you headmaster, if he becomes my sparring partner I won't survive to even face the tournament. Please." I said, kneeling in front of the headmaster almost in tears.

I didn't even want to glance at the said jerk to see his expression.

"Oh, you shouldn't worry, he is not your sparring partner."

"Thank goodness,  I almost died of a heart attack."

"He is your second trainer, he would train you while I supervise."

"What! No!! You can't do that to me, do you want to kill me? I thought we had a connection, I thought we had something together?

"What about Meg, or Jody or anyone else for that matter?"

"Captain Meg is unavailable, and he personally volunteered to train you. You should be grateful."

"What! He volunteered? Please just kill me."

The headmaster ignored my plea and gave the psycho the wooden sword.

"I believe you have met Prince, Dean, so no need for introductions.

He will show you simple basic moves which you are to imitate."

I turned for the first time, to see the jerk. He had a full blown smirk plastered on his stupid face. His black  hair kept falling into his eyes and he used his hand to brush it  back in annoyance.

If it wasn't for my hate for him, I would  have said he looked sexy.

He looked at me with an arrogant smile. Shit, I hope he doesn't have mind reading abilities.

He began showing me moves in which I followed as best as I could,  it wasn't difficult, I picked it up fast. The only problem I had was getting into the right stance, which I picked up later on.

Exactly two hours later, as the headmaster said. We moved to the next thing.

"Now, you will be taught how to strike and block a strike." Headmaster said.

"Okay, hit me," Dean commanded.

Oh, I will surely love that. I thought.

Taking the right stance for an attack, I ran towards him with intent on maybe breaking his head.

Instead, I was side stepped, but that wasn't all, he brought out his foot, and I saw it just in time as my leg caught up with his and I tripped, landing on my face.

I cried out in pain, standing back up.

"Why did you do that?"I screamed. "Headmaster, you saw that, he cheated."

All I got was a laugh from the psycho prince."Really?  Cheated? You're more stupid than thought."

I was really getting upset. I took to my stance again refusing to let him get to me.

Then attacked him once more, and this time around I saw his foot in time to avoid it. But that was just a front, because as soon as I escaped that, I was met with a heavy blow by the back of his elbow to my nose."

A shock of pain passed through my head from my nose. I screamed in pain and fell to the floor, cupping my nose as blood spilled out from it.

All I felt was pain, my head felt hot, I wanted to cry, but the tears were stalked somewhere.

I could feel the headmaster lift me up, but I didn't hear anything as he walked out of the room with me in hand.

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Hello psycho's,  I hope you enjoyed that. And how do you feel about the prince.

Till next time
Signing out
Marvel.