Rating T for training and violence on a teacher student base
Chapter 11: You might go far kid… how bout a drink.
Percy was now eight years old and had only a few encounters with those of monstrous kind. Yet Triestan felt it necessary to train the lad for he has only the slightest of faith in the camp in America, and he has seen how effective Americans are in defence, but there is nothing like a master of the art. "Ok Percy come in here I am going to teach you some things today!" Triestan shouted. Percy ran into the room and looked eager to learn something new. "Yes what are we going to learn today Triestan?" Percy asked and secretly hoping it was something to do with swords as he had watched Triestan practice medieval sword play on a dummy before. "Today Percy we are going to learn about sword play and its use along with how to properly use it." Percy jumped with joy.
Over in Russia, "I still wonder who this Istanbul once was it is scraping the back of my mind taunting me oh if I could hit it with a pipe I would, but alas I cannot." Russia sighed, "It has something to do with being like me once a city perhaps, but before my time… arg I will go and read in my library maybe that will-" Russia is cut off by the screaming of, "Brother Marry me Marry me!" Russia hits his panic button and his chair becomes an escape hole and he falls through crying and hoping Belarus would never find him in this room. Good for him that the button was hidden on his faucet pipe or she would have found it tearing his office apart long ago. "I am most glad I had that installed during the cold war just in case of nukes being launched… now I wait for the banging to stop and the words oh the horrifying words." Russia sat there for over an hour until he heard, "I guess Brother isn't in this room." And the stomping of foots out of there and the very loud slamming of a door. Russia rose up from his panic room and looked at his office which was now everywhere. "Sigh she will never be one with me." Russia looked around again and sighed, "Da." Russia walked out into his library to look up something on major cities before his time. "Rome, da. Bejing, Da. Constantinople, d- wait Constantinople… I think Istanbul used to be Constantinople and who used to own Constantinople… Byzantium. I knew I remembered him from some where it was Byzantium the man who my father tried to invade and make one with him, but failed." Russia than took out his pipe and hit the book multiple times not forgetting what he had said earlier. "Ahh that felt good, now I go to confront him and tell him that we are not so different. Then maybe he will willingly become one with Russia, Da I think so." Over in England, "I feel a disturbance in the balance of the nations… nope that just Russia sigh." England bows his head in tiredness.
Triestan took out his sword and handed one to Percy and said, "Swing you sword at me." Percy looked at Triestan as if he were mad and Triestan snickered, "That face of yours is a treasure, but seriously you wont hurt me." Percy did as he was told and swung the sword as hard as he could and before his sword even got an inch it was blocked by Triestan. Percy was amazed by his reflexes. "How did you do that?" Percy asked still amazed by Triestan's speed. "Easy lots of practice." A criptic answer but it was the best he had. "Now I want you to stand in that pool of water I have set up and trust me when I say it will help you, but why… well you'll just have to wait another four years to figure that one out." Percy walked into the pool and felt invigorated, but he didn't know why. "Now strike at me again and this time focus!" Triestan started to sound like the drill sargent he was a long time ago. Percy striked with force and focus pushing Triestan's arm back a few inches, but Triestan still wasn't trying. "Good now block!" Triestan brought his sword down as soon as he said that and some how Percy blocked. "Well done and remember outside of water you probably at this age wouldn't have even survived that strike let alone even think of blocking it." Triestan turned around and put he sword into its sheeth, "Try and charge me!" Percy charged at full speed and at the last second Triestan turned around and knocked the sword right out of Percy's hand and grabbed it in mid air. "AGAIN!" Triestan handed the sword back to Percy and he repeated only to get the same result and another, "AGAIN!" Percy did this again and again for about a hour tell Triestan said, "Enough try holding the sword more on the upper half and bracing your arms when you strike. Like this." Triestan showed him and then said, "Once More!" and turned around and waited the next strike. Percy did as he was shown and Triestan turned around to knock the blade away, but couldn't it was firmly in Percy's hands. "Well done, now on to the next-" Triestan was interrupted by the door knocking, "Excuess me Percy I will be back in a minuet." Triestan shethed his blade and walked to the door.
"I wonder if he is home… probably Da he probably is." The door opens to revieal Triestan dressed in armor and baring a sword Russia chuckeled and said, "Do you always bear greatings to guest bearing war? Oh Byzantium you silly former country your almost as funny as Kalingrad." Somewhere Prussia was crying. "No Ivan and how did you know I was Byzantium?" Ivan kept his smile as he always did and walked inside and sat down, "Well your apearnece reminded me of someone when I was still just Moscowy waring with my brother, Novgorod and well it wouldn't leave me be so I looked it up." Triestan was not the least surprised at this as Moscowy was the only other major Orthodox power back in his day so he just listend and replied, "Well you figured it out guess that was not good enough for you was it?" Russia chuckled and said, "Nyte it was not good enough, I wanted to meet you again since I haven't gotten to talk to the real you for so long. Also I have something to tell you, you and I are not so different you see I know you used to be a city before you were a country." Triestan kept listening and said, "Yes I think everyone who knows Rome and most ancient country's knows that." Russia nodded and said, "Well before I became Moscowy I was mostly a swamp town only known to a select few as Moscow a small villiage with nothing more than itself to keep it company." Now the whole all will become one with Russia thing made sense he wasn't crazy… well he was, but he was more lonely than anything. "This is interesting. Well I suspected something as the such as you reminded me of the city. Hmm so what made you decided to tell me?" Russia's aura got dark and purple as he said, "I was hopping you would become one with me." Triestan used to intimidation and other tactics said, "Ivan I will not become one with you… ever, but trust me when I say its nice to know I'm not alone out there." Ivan's aura disappeared as he stood up and said, "Ah you are funnier than Kalingrad, for everyone will be one with mother Russia, Da!" somewhere Prussia was having a heart attack. Russia left and Triestan could get back to training Percy.
This training goes on for another four years and then comes the day that Percy turns twelve.
This chapter was more or less Triestan/Byzantium/Istanbul preparing Percy for his journey and me revealing that Triestan isn't exactly one of a kind and a little bit on my take on Russia's whole become one with me thing. In the next chapter we will dive into the real meat of the story which will follow closely, but not exactly like the lightning theif as said this will be more like a re reditioning of it with Hetalia and a slightly altered Percy Jackson, but most of the characters will be the same.
