Conaire...

A young man enters a forest. This young man was Conaire. He knows why he's there, of course. He's there to train himself and prepare himself to be stronger than he already was. But before he could do that, he had to take care of the most important thing. He knew that he could not do anything without it, and without it, everything would come tumbling down.

"Where the heck is the food!?" Conaire yelled, searching his backpack. "Man, I pack everything I need, except my food! Of course I'd pack my different clothing, shield, and sword, but not the food. Wait... these aren't mine. These are Lloyd's things!" After emptying out he entire backpack, Conaire finally found an apple. "I wonder how Lloyd's doing with my pack... I'm sure he's just fine." He shrugs and lays back against a tree, taking a bite from the apple.


(Meanwhile, with Lloyd.)

"Next up in the mini tournament," A man announced, checking his scroll, "Lloyd and Jacinta."

Lloyd steps up, getting his weapon out of his pack, pointing it at the opponent. "Prepare!" He told her. "For I will be-"

"Uh, Lloyd?" One of the girls on the benches asked. "Your sword looks... different"

Lloyd, confused, looked at his weapon. He saw that he was holding a carrot instead of a sword. "No! This can't be happening!" He denied. "I took Conaire's backpack by mistake, and I bet he has mine!"

Everyone from the benches began laughing, making Lloyd clench his fist in anger. "I swear," He told himself, "I'm going to kill that guy when he gets back here..."


"Yeah," Conaire reassured himself. "Lloyd's probably laughing about the mix up."

Conaire jumped up and walked towards a tree. "Well, time to start training," He said. "But a warm-up first."

Conaire clenched his fists, the gloves on his hands turning into red gauntlets. Conaire smiled and cracked his neck, jumping and switching his weight between feet. From the gauntlets, blades came out, resembling claws, right above the back of the hand. Conaire threw a small flurry of punches, and the tree fell back. "Gotta remember not to chop down too many trees," Conaire reminded himself. "Just enough for those village people. After that, I'll do my normal training."

Conaire began chopping down trees, one after another. After he think he cut down just the right amount, he stopped. Protect nature and all that stuff. He started slashing at some of the trunks, slicing them in half and more in half again, then moving them elsewhere.

"Good enough," Conaire said, smiling. "Now time for the real training! Sit-up time!"

Conaire got into position, retracting his weapon and smiling. "One hundred, let's go!" He yelled out. "One!" He did one sit-up then laid out on the ground, panting. "Ugh... too lazy to do the rest... I'll just say I did them by hundreds. One times one hundred is one hundred, so I'm done."

Conaire laid back and started watching the clouds, slowly drifting into sleep. After a few minutes, Conaire got woken up by a growl. He stood up and looked around for the sound, getting his weapon ready. He slowly and quietly walked around, trying to listen to the sound, making sure not to make a sound.

"Come out, come out wherever you are!" He shouted. "Here little doggy, or grimmy, or whatever!"

Out from a bush, a grimm jumped out, pouncing on top of Conaire. It slashed, and Conaire rolled towards slashing back at the grimm, a Beowolf, big, black wolf-like creatures. He hit it on the side, knocking it into another one of it's friends.

"Guess I'm working out after all," Conaire said, looking at the Beowolves beginning to surround him.

A Beowolf lunged, followed by its friends. Conaire jumped above it and punched downwards, beginning to avoid and strike the other grimm. He dodged and punched, sometimes straight up jumping into an attack.

While Conaire was busy with the grimm in front, a Beowolf slowly crept up behind him. As soon as Conaire uppercut a Beowolf, it lunged. The Beowolf slashed Conaire's back, sending him stumbling forward. The other took their chance, slashing as well. The largest Beowolf charged, slamming its head into Conaire's gut.

Conaire was sent flying backing, hitting against a tree. "Crap," he groaned. He slowly got to his feet, the Beowolves surrounding him and the tree. Conaire looked up and grabbed a branch, breaking it off and starting to wave it at the grimm. "You want the stick, you want the stick?" He asked them. "Go catch!" Conaire threw the stick, the Beowolves simply watching it fly and hit a comrade. If Beowolves could be confused, these sure as hell were.

"Well, it was worth a shot," He told them all. "Right?" None of them responded. "You guys are no fun." Conaire clenched his fists again, the claws extending, forming into a blade. "This should spice it up!"

He jumped at the Beowolves, spinning around, hitting them with the blades. He started finding if easier, having slightly more range, slicing and slashing at the grimm, and occasionally punching and stabbing them with a blade at the same time.

Conaire jumped back and raised both fists towards the Beowolves. Out from the top of the gauntlets, a hole opened up, and a small metal cylinder popped out. "I'm bringing the heat!" Conaire called out. Fire shot out from the cylinder, out towards the grimm. Some got scorched. Others ran in terror.

"Can't handle the heat," Conaire laughed, clapping and smiling, "so get out of this kitchen!" He kept laughing, slumping against the tree the Beowolves hit him into, reverting his gauntlets back into their idle forms.

Suddenly, Conaire fell back onto the ground with a thud. He looked back and didn't find the tree, but a Death Stalker, a giant scorpion grimm. It had the tree in one of its pincers.

Conaire moved himself backwards with his hands and feet. "First Beowolves, now a Death Stalker," He muttered to himself. "What a training day."

Conaire got to his feet just as the Death Stalker threw the tree. He readied his weapons, the blades coming out. Conaire slashed the tree in half and backed away, facing the Death Stalker.

Conaire then jumped up, his fist forward, aiming for the Death Stalker. He was then met by the Death Stalker's pincer. It hit Conaire, sending him flying and hit against another tree.

"What the heck is with these grimm and hitting me against trees!?" He complained. "I mean, they're trees!"

He didn't have time to think, since the Death Stalker brought down its stinger. Conaire rolled away as it hit the tree, jumping up onto the grimm. He punched the creature in the eye, stabbing it simultaneously. He then had to quickly back off as it attacked with its pincers.

Conaire stepped back, then started circling around the Death Stalker. "Come on, now," He told it. "Don't be scared, I'm the one who probably should be."

Conaire looked behind him, and to his surprise, trees. Luckily, that gave him an idea. "I think it's time," he began, pausing and turning around, retracting the blades into the gauntlets and putting his hands on the sides of the tree, "for an Overflow!" A red glow surrounded Conaire, just as he lifted the entire tree from the ground.

He points the tree at the grimm and smirks, moving it to the side. "Let's do this."

Conaire throws the tree at the Death Stalker. The grimm gets pushed back, but quickly throws the tree back. Conaire takes the chance and runs towards the tree, jumping and landing on top of it, then, in an instant, jumping again. The Death Stalker brings down its stinger, and Conaire grits his teeth.

Conaire forces himself to move his body, turning to the side. The blade comes out from his gauntlet, and he grabs the tail. When the Death Stalker raises the stinger above itself, Conaire acts quickly, cutting off the stinger, making it land on its head.

Conaire jumps off of the tail, the blade retracting into the gauntlet. Conaire raises his fist screaming, "This one's personal!" then bringing it down on top of the stinger, hitting it as hard as he can.

The Death Stalker slumped down, defeated. Conaire jumped off from its head, walking towards where he put the trunks he sliced up a bit. He wiped some sweat off his forehead and smiled.

"I'd say that was a pretty good training day," he said. "That's what those grimm get for interrupting my little nap."


And so the first trailer is finished. To all those reading, there are still the other three to go, which will hopefully be up the day after the previous one. Hope you all enjoyed.