"I can't do this anymore!" Chaviva cried for the umpteenth time. After reading a report on her and taking stock of her existing skills, Reborn had decided to push her to the limit—first of all, in flexibility. Legs propped on two chairs, hips hovering a foot above the ground, Chaviva could barely take the burn in her muscles.
"It's already been five minutes!" She begged. Reborn checked a stopwatch the size of his entire hand.
"Another five more would do." Chaviva fought to lift herself up, to relieve the pain for a while. "That won't do, now." Reborn jumped onto her front leg, his weight carrying her even further down.
"Stop it!" Chaviva began to laugh hysterically, her unusual kneejerk reaction to pain. The laughter made her lose the strength to support her weight and she sagged even further.
"Ow…"she dragged out the syllable, teeth gritted in pain.
"Impressive. I think you've dropped at least fifteen centimetres since we started." Reborn smirked.
"Shut up." She muttered under her breath. "You're insane." The remark promptly earned her a kick on the side of her head, which she almost dodged. His grin widened.
"You're learning!" Crazy bastard, she thought for the thousandth time.
Late in the evening, Chaviva collapsed into bed, aching from training. After stretching, Reborn had made her go through her entire ballet syllabus with a specialist from Italy. Thankfully, there were no Chinese dancers in Italy at the moment so she had been saved there. Though she didn't think it would be long before Reborn flew one in. He seemed to have so many incredible people at his fingertips. Honestly, I wonder who he really is. He harnesses the respect of everyone… Subsequently Reborn had personally tested the limits of her mind, taking her through every single subject she had learned at school and several additional topics. She had managed to get through relatively unscathed, but for the few careless mistakes she made he promptly blew up a hidden landmine in the room. As a tutor, his methods are definitely…unconventional, to say the least. She winced as the sheets brushed against a fresh burn on her forearm when she had failed to dodge one of the landmines.
I wonder where onee-san is…has she arrived yet? Does she have a tutor as insane as mine? And I haven't seen mum since I came to this castle. After taking her on a brief tour of the castle's massive grounds, her mother had retired to her own room. Due to her lack of directional sense, aside from the training room assigned to her, her own spacious living quarters, and the general dining room, Chaviva had absolutely no idea how to get around.
Reborn hasn't really taught me to fight yet. I wonder what the opponents will be like…If my cousins make good fighters…Chaviva gradually slipped into the embrace of sleep, mind filled with questions.
A/N: Please read and review! I know I'm not much of an exciting author, really. But it's my first time : be kind~ This one's rather short, the next one's coming up soon. I promise there'll be more action…soon.