Codename: Delphine Academy

Codename: Training

"Fine, whatever. I won't go easy, King," She laughs, getting into her sparring position.

"Good," He smirks, "I won't either."

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Meanwhile at the top of the right tower

Watching from this office, The Headmaster watches the four start sparring with one another. He notices the black-haired boy and the brunette was exceptional in sparring. He looks at another screen with their background and hums.

"Lillian, come here," He beckons his assistant, staring at his office computers.

"Yes, sir. What can I do for you?" She bows, glancing up at him.

"You see those two students there?" He points to K and N. He glances at her, "See how they're fighting. They know what they're doing. Why is that?"

She coughs, looking at the clipboard in her hands. "The boy, his name is Kaden Bryer. His fighting experience is purely through his streetfighting experience. He is undefeated in the ring, going by the name of King."

"And the girl?" The Headmaster asks, "What about her?"

"Ah, her. Her name is Nicolette Piers. We don't have a lot of information about her," Lillian explains. "We tried getting info on her multiple times but she somehow disappears every time we try. All we know is her name and that she's a mysterious and charismatic young woman."

"Nicolette and Kaden?" He mutters to himself. "They will be perfect."

He hums, "Keep dropping little hints, Miss Frost. We need these kids to trust us as much as possible before revealing some very... very... interesting information."

"Yes sir," She nods, smiling mischievously.  

"Good," He laughs, continuing to watch the four of them sparring. "These four will help us very much with our plan."

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After sparring for about twenty minutes, the four of them take a short break on the benches near the entrance.

T breaths, leaning on the seat, "C, I didn't realize how quick you were."

"Yup!" She giggles, wiping the sweat from her forehead, "I'm shorter than most so I have more stamina and endurance. I'm quick on my feet and can dodge most hits."

"I guess that makes sense but gosh, it was hard keeping up with you. You don't hit hard but you do have fast reflexes. Dodging can tire opponents so you can eventually hit them with a flurry of attacks."

"Yeah, I guess I do," C sighs. "I just need to strength to hit harder."

"Ask K or N," He points to the two talking indistinctively. "They could train you. They seem to know what they're doing. I figured K would but N? I was surprised to see her keep up with him. It's like she's hiding something."

"N has been keeping secrets this entire time. Now, you're questioning her? You're questioning her fighting skills?" She asks, waving her arms. She points at N, "She flipped out when she was first brought here until she stopped herself. . . Willing and quickly. Her emotions completely hid away."

He sighs, nodding. He gets up from the wall and walks over to C, "You make a good point. N is quite mysterious, to say the least."

N looked over and smiled, walking over to them. K slowly follows, eyebrows raised. She leans on T's shoulder, despite him being taller than her. "So. . . Guys, whatcha' talking about?"

C smiles, "You. We're talking about you, Sweetie."

"What about me?" N smirks, slightly.

"I'm gonna cut to the chase, N," T intervenes. "Where'd you learn to fight?"

N's breathing hitched before she sighs, "Why did I know this question was going to come soon?"

"Answer the question, N." T's tone was blunt as he stared directly into N's eyes. It was as if he was daring her to change the subject. K watches them both, interested to see what would happen next.

She rolls her eyes before standing straight up. She looks at the both of them, eyes void of any emotion.

"Fine," She said, her voice monotonous. "My brothers. I learned to fight from my brothers."

She leans to one side, her weight laying on her right foot. She put her hand on her hip and stared at them.

"Before you ask, No. No, I don't remember my brothers. That's all I can remember of them. Them teaching me how to fight. How to fight properly. We all have memory loss. Remember?" She scoffs, "I'm surprised I remember them in the first place."

The bell was heard, signaling the end of the period. N sighs, relieved that she didn't have to say anything else.

She stared at them, her face revealing nothing. She then faces forward, her voice strong, "Let's go. What's next T?"

He sighs, already knowing that she won't say anything else. "Follow me."