5 months later…

Ronnie Anne was sitting down on her bed, watching random videos on her phone, when her mother Maria entered her room with a handful on laundry. "Hey mom", Ronnie Anne said, not taking her eyes off the phone. Maria smiled, as she organized some of the laundry. "Mija, did you ask Sid if she wanted to come with us to Royal Woods for Christmas with the Louds"? She asked. Ronnie Anne put her phone down and sat up with a smile. "Yea, her parents are totally cool with it". Maria was done finishing laundry, and began to exit the room, when Carlota, Ronnie Anne's cousin, entered the room with a smirk.

"Sooooo prima, are you excited to see your boyfriend"? the 17-year-old asked, holding back her giggles. Ronnie rolled her eyes and continued to watch videos on her phone. "Me and Lincoln aren't like that, he's one of my best friends, and besides, it's only May, we still have another 7 months before we head over there", Ronnie Anne said. "Whatever you say Santiago". Carlota scuffled up her little cousins' hair before exiting her room.

"Boyfriend…yea right". Truthfully, Ronnie Anne did think about Lincoln a lot, and she'd be lying to herself if she said that she didn't have a crush on the Loud boy. Even with the time she spent in Great Lake City, she never met any guy like Lincoln. But she didn't think she was good enough for him, and that thought saddened her.

BUZZ

Ronnie Anne's train of thought was broken, as her phone lit up a message from her best friend Sid. "I'm downstairs, lets go to the park", it read. With that, Ronnie Anne sighed, before grabbing her skateboard and heading out of her room

Royal Woods

It was Saturday afternoon, and Lincoln was finishing up his training with Martin.

"Alright Lincoln, Tennis Ball shooter is loaded. Ready"? Martin said, aiming the shooter directly at Lincoln. The loud boy cracked his neck and knuckles, before giving a thumbs up with a determined smile. "Let a rip dude".

Martin grinned, before pulling the trigger, causing a wave of tennis balls to shoot at Lincoln like a machine gun. Lincoln closed his eyes and took a deep breath, listening to the sound of the balls heading towards him. He could feel the presence of the tennis balls and could hear them being fired out of the machine. Even with his eyes close, he knew exactly where tennis balls were, and what direction they would be heading. He quickly opened his eyes, and with a swift motion, caught two of the balls with the fingers of his right hand, and another two with his left hand, then another two in the palms of both hands. He then quickly kicked two of the balls in midair, blocked four of the balls with his arms, and smoothly dogged the remaining six balls like nothing.

Martin looked up and smiled. "Great job Lincoln, you're getting better at this", Martin exclaimed, picking up a water bottle and throwing it to Lincoln. The boy caught it and began to drink it. He's been training for seven hours that day, and was tired and sore, but not anything like his first day of training. He took off his weighted vest, which shook the ground when it contacted it. The vest now weighed 600 pounds, as Lincoln grew stronger over the past five months. He stretched his legs and arms out, and took a squatting position, then he sprung up, jumping the highest he could, which was almost as high as a one-story house. Without the vest, Lincoln was insanely fast, could jump high and move as light as a feather. His punches were faster and due to his constant stretching, his kicks were high and powerful. His meditation caused the boy to be more focus, have more control and sense almost everything around him. You could drop a pen somewhere in the house and Lincoln could still hear it. Needless to say, in the past five months of training, Lincoln has improved tremendously, making him the strongest kid in royal woods. Now that Martin was going to train Lincoln with even more martial arts, the boy can become an even stronger fighter.

As Saturday's training session wrapped up to a close, Lincoln made his way inside Martins house and straight to the showers where he could freshen up before heading home. Upon taking his shirt off, he looked in the mirror to see his body. No traces of fat were visible, as Lincoln was now supporting a slim figure with a defined six pack. Although he wasn't big or muscular, Lincoln had a slim and toned body, like that of Bruce Lees. Lincoln also changed his hair style, having his sides and back cut short, while the top of his hair was long and messy. It was a style that he picked not to long after he began his training. After his shower, he changed into his normal clothes, which were also updated from his previous orange polo, blue jeans and white sneakers. The Loud boy was now wearing an orange t-shirt with a hoodie, Black slim sweatpants and black and white sneakers. The new attire made the boy feel more agile and free.

"Thanks for everything Martin! I'll see you Monday" Lincoln said as he walked out of Martins house. Martin smiled as he watched the Loud boy walk down the street. "Man, he's had so much progress…he's already unlocked his inner soul and he doesn't even know it. If I can keep training him in meditation and martial arts, he will be able to control it and rival Django's gang" Martin thought to himself.

Lincoln happily whistled while walking down the sidewalk. The sun was setting, and the later hours of Saturday were beginning. "I can't wait to begin more training, and with the last week of school happening next week, I'll have all summer to train". Lincoln was in a good mood for the last two months, not only because his last day of elementary school was coming, but because of the progress he's made with his training. Lincoln felt, new, fresh, clean and energized. He was stronger, faster, and more aware then any normal human being, and Lincoln could tell that he possessed superhuman strength. He's trained so hard for the past five months. Through blood, tears and sweat, Lincoln went from a weak kid to a strong and skilled fighter, yet he knew he still had more work to do. He knew he wasn't at the level of Django's gang yet. The training and meditation also helped Lincoln become a much kinder and smarter person. Although he barely got to see his friends or family, the little time he spent with them was great. He always helped his sisters and parents with things without complaining, which was something they noticed. His friends noticed his change too. They could tell that he was stronger, smarter and faster than ever. Although at first, they found it cool, they began to worry that Lincoln may have been pushing his body to hard, and even Martin told Lincoln to take a break. But he never did. He trained and trained, determined to win his fights that would be happening in the next 7 months.

As Lincoln walked down the sidewalk, he was stopped by a familiar voice. "Um, hey… Lincoln" Lincoln turned around to see the last person he expected to see. It was Molly… the girl at the fighting Lounge. Lunas friend and a member of the Django gang. She was wearing a black over shoulder shirt, blue torn demi shorts, black combat boots, and dog collar. She still had on piercings and heavy eyeliner, and her hair was in a messy ponytail. She stared at Lincoln sheepishly, and Lincoln stared back with a blank shocked expression.

"Listen, Lincoln, can we go talk somewhere"?