I showed up to Zane's training session reluctantly. He was a robot, so he didn't have many things to fear, yet I felt that something bad might happen anyway.
"Alright," I grumbled, "I'm here. Why are you, of all people, training me? You've always chickened out before."
Zane chuckled, which sent a chill down my spine, as he never really had a sense of humor. "It's not called chickening out if the Wheel of Training doesn't pick me."
"Yeah right." The more he talked, the more I wanted to get this over with. Ever since I showed up, Zane had been acting cockier than usual, despite usually being cold to people sometimes.
"Let's get this over with. What will you be teaching me?" I looked around the deck. There were still marks, but there wasn't any equipment set up.
"Dodge." Zane kicked me in the chin, which hurt like HELL.
I went flying to the floor. "Augh, Zane, WHAT THE HELL!"
Zane looked down at me. "You said 'Let's get this over with.' So, we're getting this over with."
It clicked. "Oh, son of a…"
"Hey, no swearing on the bounty." Zane's face was stern.
"Fine…"
Zane and I trained for what felt like hours, launching bursts of our element at each other, but of course, Zane was using his shurikens of ice, so it wasn't fair. After we finished, we noticed two things. The first was that Emily had watched the whole thing, even eating popcorn. The second thing was that our clothes had taken a bit of damage, and none of us knew how to sew that well.
And that was Training Part 3. I hope you enjoyed, and the next chapter might be a bit of a shocker. See you next chapter!