The lesson started off in the same room as it had the week before. Ivan
read off the register with everyone stating "Yes sir" at their name. There
was no bickering or conversation as everyone was waiting with anticipation
or fear as to what they would be asked to do for the lesson.
Registration ended and the teacher looked at them all, trying to see if anyone had come without anything they would need. After a brief glance Ivan then began to speak.
"Before we go outside into the training area I want to go over a few ground rules. First, no-one is to do anything with their lance until I say so. Second, no jewellery or anything valuable is to be worn or taken outside for the session. If you do have anything valuable please place it in this box before we go outside." Ivan then held up a small, green wooden box and placed it on the table. He then continued "Finally, as we walk outside we will be passing other classes and lessons. So I want to be as quiet as you can. Now, we may go outside."
After he finished this, the class rose and filed out of the room. Ivan led the class through the corridors of the academy towards the training area. When the class were outside they saw a large field consisting of saturated grass and puddles. There were some targets in which holes from spears had been made, an area to do high jump (which reached the height of a two- storey building), a swimming pool and a little shed with a door hanging open. Inside was a stash of armour, shields and anything else you could use in battle. All of this was being pelted by the everlasting rain of the city.
Ivan then led the class into the centre of the field and stopped. He then spoke to the class once again.
"Okay, this is the training area; we shall be coming here for each practical lesson." Ivan then walked over to the targets and placed his hand on one. "For the first exercise, I want you to charge at the target and pierce the centre of the target."
Frato and Fratley both groaned at the prospect of doing the same exercise they had done in their training with their father. Perhaps their early training sessions were a mistake.
The class lined and took their turns trying to get their lances to pierce the target. None of the other students succeeded and were a few inches away from the target.
Fratley's turn came, and he pierced the target right in the centre without any difficulty. The rest of the class just stared at him in awe as he removed his lance from the target and walked. Ivan looked and gave a light smile.
"Very impressive Fratley." Ivan commented. "Next!"
Fratley walked away thinking it was nothing. To him, that was such a basic skill. As he watched the other students he realised just how far he had come in his training, but he knew there was still a long way to go.
Frato was next; he charged at the target and pierced the target in the centre. Just like with Fratley, the rest of the class watched in awe. Frato removed his lance and walked to where Fratley was standing.
"What a waste of time." Frato said under his breath.
Freya was up to try the target test next. With such a hard act to follow, she wondered how she would cope. She charged at the target and thrust her lance forward into the target. After she finished her attack, she looked to see where her lance had impaled the target.
Freya's lance was impaled right on the line between the centre of the target and the inner ring. She was so close. The rest of the class muttered in disbelief. She had outdone them all! Ivan looked and his eyes widened slightly, he then smiled and looked at Freya.
"Very good. I'm certain you'll hit the target dead-centre next time." Ivan commented.
Freya removed her lance and rejoined the line. As Ivan had predicted she hit the target in the centre on her second try. It took just over an hour for all of the class to manage to pierce the centre of the target. After this was achieved Ivan called everyone back into the line again.
"Okay, for the next exercise I want you to throw your lance at the target from here." Ivan said before walking a few metres away from the target and using his clawed feet to make a mark in the grass. "You may in battle need to hit an enemy from a distance, and missing your target could mean your life's end. Okay, who's first?"
The first student took his place and tried to hit the target by throwing his lance. The lance hit the target, but in the outer ring. His aim was off.
Frato was next, he was slightly happier with the prospect of doing something new, as was Fratley. He threw his lance with as much accuracy and power as he could muster and the lance flew straight into the target. Frato saw that he was about half an inch away from the centre of the target. Frato growled as he retrieved his lance.
"Close." Ivan stated looking fairly impressed by the half-breeds skill. "Next."
Fratley was next; he threw his lance and pierced the target exactly in the centre. He smiled as he removed his lance from the target and the class were watching again in awe. Fratley's skill amazed everyone there except Frato, who knew too well what Fratley was capable of.
Frato just knew that if anyone would outclass him here, it would be Fratley. From their sparring and training sessions, he knew Fratley was one step ahead of him. He related this to the fact that Fratley was older than him, and had received more training from their father. He promised himself that one day he would beat Fratley. He would become stronger and more skilled than his brother. He would be the best, this was Frato's dream.
Freya was the next person to throw. She looked at the target and then her lance, then back at the target. She took one step back and threw her lance at the target. Her lance had pierced the centre of the target almost exactly on the spot Fratley had pierced. The class looked open eyed at the target. Freya had proven herself to be better than the vast majority of the class.
Ivan congratulated her on piercing the target as she removed her lance and walked towards Fratley. She was contented; she knew she had shown that she was capable of becoming a warrior, despite her gender.
Frato was furious, Freya had outdone him. She hadn't trained nearly as long as him and yet she had outdone him! He had been beaten by a mere girl! Frato could easily accept that Fratley was better than him, but there was no way on Gaia that he would accept that Freya was better than him.
Frato managed to pierce the target's middle on his second try. However, few other members of the class managed to hit the centre on their second try. After approximately fifty minutes, the rest of the class had hit the target in the centre.
Ivan called the class together once again to explain what would be their third exercise. "Okay, I want you to get into pairs." Ivan said clearly.
The class started to form twos; Frato looked around for Fratley so he could pair up with him. His eyes finally laid upon his brother, but when they did Frato's mouth hung agape.
Fratley was pairing up with Freya. Frato's ideal partner had been stolen by someone he was beginning to dislike. His hate for Freya grew slightly. He had firmly decided that did he did not like her, not in the slightest. She could have been the nicest girl in the world and yet he hated her.
Now in the knowledge that his brother had a partner and he didn't, Frato looked elsewhere. He eventually paired up with Dan.
When everyone had found themselves a partner Ivan began to explain his instructions. "Okay, the best way to learn to fight is to fight someone else. I want you to spar with your partner. No-one is to try and kill their partner; any major injuries are to be reported to me. Begin."
At Ivan's commanded the class started to battle with each other. Each member of the class was clashing and hitting their lances with each other.
Freya and Fratley were having what was probably the most interesting "fight". They were clashing their lances much faster than most of the class, and their attacks seemed so much stronger and fiercer. Fratley seemed to be winning, as Freya was being forced back fairly slowly. It was still a close fight. Ivan watched the two in amazement; he was awed by their natural talent.
Frato was having the time of his life. He smiled as he thrust his lance into Dan's, blocking his attack. He then launched an assault of his own, Dan just able to block the strikes. Dan countered by charging into Frato, who sidestepped and launched an attack on the back of Dan's knees. This caused Dan to fall to the floor on his back. Dan was offered a hand by Frato and he was helped up. The two continued their fight.
After several minutes Ivan eventually called for the class to stop. Thankfully no-one had suffered any major injuries, although some had suffered a few scratches and cuts.
"I think that will do for today, though I was impressed by some of your natural fighting abilities." Ivan was looking at Fratley and Freya and seemed to be addressing them more than anyone else. "You all have the makings of strong Burmecian warriors. That will be all for today, I will see you all in the next lesson. You are dismissed."
The class dispersed and all started to make their way home. Frato rejoined Fratley, who was waving at Freya as she went towards her home. When she was out of sight Fratley walked with Frato.
"Now that..." Frato said to Fratley, smiling. "...That is what I call a lesson."
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Disclaimer: I do not own FF9 or any characters or locations in it. If I did, there would be a FF9-2. Frato, Lion-heart and April are mine, sort of.
Author's Notes: I think this may be my worst chapter. The next chapter is going to be a lot better believe me. Also, I've changed chapter 1 slightly, and I have changed Lion-hart to Lion-heart in all of the chapters.
White Silver Dragoon: Thanks for the review. Yes, Frato hates girls, but he may start to like them when he is a little older... I hope you review this chapter too!
Aaron: It's a fanfic, duh!
Registration ended and the teacher looked at them all, trying to see if anyone had come without anything they would need. After a brief glance Ivan then began to speak.
"Before we go outside into the training area I want to go over a few ground rules. First, no-one is to do anything with their lance until I say so. Second, no jewellery or anything valuable is to be worn or taken outside for the session. If you do have anything valuable please place it in this box before we go outside." Ivan then held up a small, green wooden box and placed it on the table. He then continued "Finally, as we walk outside we will be passing other classes and lessons. So I want to be as quiet as you can. Now, we may go outside."
After he finished this, the class rose and filed out of the room. Ivan led the class through the corridors of the academy towards the training area. When the class were outside they saw a large field consisting of saturated grass and puddles. There were some targets in which holes from spears had been made, an area to do high jump (which reached the height of a two- storey building), a swimming pool and a little shed with a door hanging open. Inside was a stash of armour, shields and anything else you could use in battle. All of this was being pelted by the everlasting rain of the city.
Ivan then led the class into the centre of the field and stopped. He then spoke to the class once again.
"Okay, this is the training area; we shall be coming here for each practical lesson." Ivan then walked over to the targets and placed his hand on one. "For the first exercise, I want you to charge at the target and pierce the centre of the target."
Frato and Fratley both groaned at the prospect of doing the same exercise they had done in their training with their father. Perhaps their early training sessions were a mistake.
The class lined and took their turns trying to get their lances to pierce the target. None of the other students succeeded and were a few inches away from the target.
Fratley's turn came, and he pierced the target right in the centre without any difficulty. The rest of the class just stared at him in awe as he removed his lance from the target and walked. Ivan looked and gave a light smile.
"Very impressive Fratley." Ivan commented. "Next!"
Fratley walked away thinking it was nothing. To him, that was such a basic skill. As he watched the other students he realised just how far he had come in his training, but he knew there was still a long way to go.
Frato was next; he charged at the target and pierced the target in the centre. Just like with Fratley, the rest of the class watched in awe. Frato removed his lance and walked to where Fratley was standing.
"What a waste of time." Frato said under his breath.
Freya was up to try the target test next. With such a hard act to follow, she wondered how she would cope. She charged at the target and thrust her lance forward into the target. After she finished her attack, she looked to see where her lance had impaled the target.
Freya's lance was impaled right on the line between the centre of the target and the inner ring. She was so close. The rest of the class muttered in disbelief. She had outdone them all! Ivan looked and his eyes widened slightly, he then smiled and looked at Freya.
"Very good. I'm certain you'll hit the target dead-centre next time." Ivan commented.
Freya removed her lance and rejoined the line. As Ivan had predicted she hit the target in the centre on her second try. It took just over an hour for all of the class to manage to pierce the centre of the target. After this was achieved Ivan called everyone back into the line again.
"Okay, for the next exercise I want you to throw your lance at the target from here." Ivan said before walking a few metres away from the target and using his clawed feet to make a mark in the grass. "You may in battle need to hit an enemy from a distance, and missing your target could mean your life's end. Okay, who's first?"
The first student took his place and tried to hit the target by throwing his lance. The lance hit the target, but in the outer ring. His aim was off.
Frato was next, he was slightly happier with the prospect of doing something new, as was Fratley. He threw his lance with as much accuracy and power as he could muster and the lance flew straight into the target. Frato saw that he was about half an inch away from the centre of the target. Frato growled as he retrieved his lance.
"Close." Ivan stated looking fairly impressed by the half-breeds skill. "Next."
Fratley was next; he threw his lance and pierced the target exactly in the centre. He smiled as he removed his lance from the target and the class were watching again in awe. Fratley's skill amazed everyone there except Frato, who knew too well what Fratley was capable of.
Frato just knew that if anyone would outclass him here, it would be Fratley. From their sparring and training sessions, he knew Fratley was one step ahead of him. He related this to the fact that Fratley was older than him, and had received more training from their father. He promised himself that one day he would beat Fratley. He would become stronger and more skilled than his brother. He would be the best, this was Frato's dream.
Freya was the next person to throw. She looked at the target and then her lance, then back at the target. She took one step back and threw her lance at the target. Her lance had pierced the centre of the target almost exactly on the spot Fratley had pierced. The class looked open eyed at the target. Freya had proven herself to be better than the vast majority of the class.
Ivan congratulated her on piercing the target as she removed her lance and walked towards Fratley. She was contented; she knew she had shown that she was capable of becoming a warrior, despite her gender.
Frato was furious, Freya had outdone him. She hadn't trained nearly as long as him and yet she had outdone him! He had been beaten by a mere girl! Frato could easily accept that Fratley was better than him, but there was no way on Gaia that he would accept that Freya was better than him.
Frato managed to pierce the target's middle on his second try. However, few other members of the class managed to hit the centre on their second try. After approximately fifty minutes, the rest of the class had hit the target in the centre.
Ivan called the class together once again to explain what would be their third exercise. "Okay, I want you to get into pairs." Ivan said clearly.
The class started to form twos; Frato looked around for Fratley so he could pair up with him. His eyes finally laid upon his brother, but when they did Frato's mouth hung agape.
Fratley was pairing up with Freya. Frato's ideal partner had been stolen by someone he was beginning to dislike. His hate for Freya grew slightly. He had firmly decided that did he did not like her, not in the slightest. She could have been the nicest girl in the world and yet he hated her.
Now in the knowledge that his brother had a partner and he didn't, Frato looked elsewhere. He eventually paired up with Dan.
When everyone had found themselves a partner Ivan began to explain his instructions. "Okay, the best way to learn to fight is to fight someone else. I want you to spar with your partner. No-one is to try and kill their partner; any major injuries are to be reported to me. Begin."
At Ivan's commanded the class started to battle with each other. Each member of the class was clashing and hitting their lances with each other.
Freya and Fratley were having what was probably the most interesting "fight". They were clashing their lances much faster than most of the class, and their attacks seemed so much stronger and fiercer. Fratley seemed to be winning, as Freya was being forced back fairly slowly. It was still a close fight. Ivan watched the two in amazement; he was awed by their natural talent.
Frato was having the time of his life. He smiled as he thrust his lance into Dan's, blocking his attack. He then launched an assault of his own, Dan just able to block the strikes. Dan countered by charging into Frato, who sidestepped and launched an attack on the back of Dan's knees. This caused Dan to fall to the floor on his back. Dan was offered a hand by Frato and he was helped up. The two continued their fight.
After several minutes Ivan eventually called for the class to stop. Thankfully no-one had suffered any major injuries, although some had suffered a few scratches and cuts.
"I think that will do for today, though I was impressed by some of your natural fighting abilities." Ivan was looking at Fratley and Freya and seemed to be addressing them more than anyone else. "You all have the makings of strong Burmecian warriors. That will be all for today, I will see you all in the next lesson. You are dismissed."
The class dispersed and all started to make their way home. Frato rejoined Fratley, who was waving at Freya as she went towards her home. When she was out of sight Fratley walked with Frato.
"Now that..." Frato said to Fratley, smiling. "...That is what I call a lesson."
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Disclaimer: I do not own FF9 or any characters or locations in it. If I did, there would be a FF9-2. Frato, Lion-heart and April are mine, sort of.
Author's Notes: I think this may be my worst chapter. The next chapter is going to be a lot better believe me. Also, I've changed chapter 1 slightly, and I have changed Lion-hart to Lion-heart in all of the chapters.
White Silver Dragoon: Thanks for the review. Yes, Frato hates girls, but he may start to like them when he is a little older... I hope you review this chapter too!
Aaron: It's a fanfic, duh!