Chapter Five
Three
Three had spent hours watching the others practice their powers, and now the impatient 5 footer was getting his turn. He got up, his long and black blowing through the wind. His eyes were shifting size and shape the whole time.
"Ok now Three, you have power over your own molecules. Try it," Kurt was telling Three. Three started to think about his hand being an axe and it became one a few seconds later. "Good. As soon as you get more practice the molecular change will happen instantly.
"Now it is getting dark let's head into the dojo to show you your rooms." The members of Kurt's training followed him inside where they met up with Nine's group. "Ok boys on the left, Tekat and Folit on the right."
"What is that room?" Three inquired, pointing to a room with a pitch black door at the end of the hall.
"That room. Oh that is the room of my friend Black Op. He is the best marksman I have ever met. You will meet him tomorrow during breakfast. Now before we turn off the lights, I have one main rule. Do not leave the dojo at night," Kurt commanded.
The boys went off to the left, and Tekat and Folit went off to the right. Right before the groups went into their rooms, Three saw Tevisin pass Folit a note. Three thought nothing bad about it though and thought that it was harmless note passing.
Side Note: Black Op is my own idea. It is just a coincidence that he is an extremely good marksman and is named similar to the modern shooter. I didn't realize it until recently.