Witch Hunter Robin

Rebuilding from the rubble

Chapter 8

Retraining part 3 the physical fitness test

A FanFic by Prospero53223

"Are you sure you can do this?" Amon asked Robin, as they left the firing range and walked over to John's car, so they could go to the gym for their physical fitness test on time.

"Yes I can, I'm fine. I have my vision back and I'm ready." Robin said, for the tenth time since she felt her strength return after passing out.

Amon nodded his head, not knowing if Robin was telling the truth or lying to him so he would stop pestering her. He couldn't help it, though, he was worried. He had never seen Robin use her powers to the fullest. Amon also doubted he would ever see Robin use the full force of her craft unless it was absolutely necessary.

Robin was also worried. The last time her powers were that strong was when she had the arcanum of the craft in her possession. She knew the artifact itself meant nothing; that it held no sacred powers after Sastre destroyed it so easily.

They got to the gym before the recruit division whose class they were to join. This, of course, made Amon and Robin happy since both hated to be the center of attention, and being late would sure have caused a lot of commotion among a bunch of eighteen year olds. Robin and Amon didn't have to wait long, though, as they both heard the class marching up.

"DIVISION HALT!" The command was yelled and the marching stopped just outside the gym doors.

The class filed in two by two, girls on the right, and guys on the left, each now standing in front of gym mats with a partner, except for one of the young ladies who had her arms crossed while she rolled her eyes. In a way, the young woman reminded both Amon and Robin of Dojima but with more attitude. Robin was assigned to be her partner for the physical fitness test. The young woman looked none to happy when Robin approached her.

"Ah great, another geek." The girl said, as she glanced at Robin.

" Well, you just have to put up with me for the push ups and sit ups." Robin said, trying her best to be polite and not strangle the life out of this girl.

"No I don't ..." the girl snapped. "Daddy said he would make sure I stayed in the STN regardless of my score. He gives them loads of money, so it's the least they could do for him."

"I can think of a few others." Robin muttered to herself as she made a mental note to write Nagira an e-mail and have him tell Dojima how sorry she was for every mean little thing she had ever thought, or said out loud in Italian, about her.

The girl stuck her nose in the air and stepped away from the mat, while Robin took her place. The division instructor came over to where Robin and the rude girl stood, getting ready to ream her a new one.

"Problem Stephie?" The instructor said, in a pissed off tone.

"Yeah, with you and everyone else here, especially this geek who's on her own." Stephie said with her nose still up in the air, while looking down at everyone around her.

Amon looked over in Robin's direction, giving her a look as if to ask her what was going on, while all Robin could do is shrug her shoulders and mouth the words "problem child." Amon could tell by Robin's expression that there was more to what she had just said. He also figured that the girl Robin was standing by was the discipline problem from earlier. It then hit the both of them that this girl, Stephie, was going to be in their class. Both gave a mental groan as they soon realized they were in for the longest three months of their lives.

"Hey who's the chick standing next to the Snob Princess?" One of the recruits asked. His accent, Amon noticed, was not at all European.

"That's my chick." Amon told the kid, in the coldest tone he could muster.

"Oh, sorry man, but damn, she's hot." Amon was getting ready to slug the dark haired little punk, even if he was complimenting Robin. One of the other recruits saw this and laughed a bit.

''Brooklyn, please tell me not all Americans are like you, especially not the ones in New York?" a redheaded British boy had asked, as he turned his attention to Amon. "You'll have to ignore Joe here ol' chap, he's a ...."

"One of a kind." Joe cut in, and finished the young man's sentence, trying to get Amon's attention again. "You'll also have to ignore Ian over here. He calls everyone ol' chap."

"Well its certainly better and much more polite than 'dude,'" Ian shot back.

"Hey there's nothing wrong with the word 'dude,' homes, you and the rest of that Island of yours just got to get with the times." Ian cringed at the slang and Joe had a triumphant smile on his face. The two friends had been going through this argument since day one of recruit training.

"Brooklyn, Ian, cut the crap. We're about to begin," The other division instructor yelled.

"SIR, YES SIR!" Both boys yelled in response.

Yup, a long, very, very long, three months ahead of me. Hopefully I won't kill any of them, Amon thought to himself, as they were given the instructions on how to do proper sit ups, as well as how many they would need to do, in the two minutes allotted for them to pass. Since Amon didn't have a partner, the instructor that yelled at the two boys would be doing Amon's count. Amon looked over in Robin's direction and saw Stephie standing to the side her nose still in the air. The instructor that had been yelling at the little snob would be counting for Robin.

"Man, that bitch always has to ruin everything." The instructor said, as Amon and the rest of the class were half way through their sit ups.

"Time." John had yelled, as he and two other instructors took down the first set of recruit's individual scores.

"Bullshit Sena, no way you did that many in two minutes!" One of the instructors yelled out, as he heard the other instructor tell him that Robin's score was ninety-five sit ups in two minutes.

Robin just sat there with a grin on her face. This was nothing for her, since she set up her work out schedule to match SOLOMON's physical requirements after they took the cast off her leg.

Stephie, on the other hand, made a little noise indicating that she was not all too impressed with Robin's performance. "I could do more if I wanted to."

Robin closed her eyes, as she prayed for serenity, before getting up and letting Stephie take her place on the mat. "After you then."

Stephie made a haughty sound as she sat down on the mat waiting for the instructor to start timing again. When the instructor did, Stephie started her sit ups strong and fast but started to lose her breath after twenty - way below the normal for a young girl in good health after nine months of physical training.

The call for time was given again and scores were reported to the instructors. Stephie only did a miserable forty sit ups. "Gee Stephie, thought you said you could do better then Sena over here. She did ninety-five after ... Sena how long has your leg been out of that cast?"

"Month and a half sir." Robin answered.

Stephie glared at Robin, " So what, who cares? Besides she's not even a hunter. My daddy said that SOLOMON still had her classified as a witch."

Now there were very few negative emotions Robin ever felt, but hate was one of them. Hate was not what Jesus had taught; hate is what made the world fearful of change. In this case, she was hoping God would forgive her, along with Amon, for the smart-assed comment she was about to make.

"And this witch will personally see to setting you ablaze if you don't lose that chip on your shoulder." A chorus of ooh's were heard by the recruits. No one had ever stood up to Stephie before.

"Ladies, now that's enough." John had said, as he approached them. "Stephie. Office. Now. You get an automatic 'fail' for your attitude ."

Stephie had a look of disgust on her face. How dare such people as lowly as John and Robin even considered talking to me in such a manner? Stephie thought to herself, as she walked over to the office.

When Stephie was gone, the test had resumed. Push ups were next, which Amon and Robin did exceedingly well at. As Amon had predicted, Robin had done better than most of the girls there. After push ups, the recruits, along with Amon and Robin, went to do pull ups.

"Ladies, we are issuing a challenge for the pull ups," one instructor started to say. "As most of you know, only the men do the pull ups, while you ladies do a free hang for a matter of seconds. The challenge goes as follows, if any of you ladies wish to do the pull ups, instead of the free hang, you'll receive extra points. Any of you willing to try and do both, well, enjoy the three mile jog, since those willing and able to do both the pull ups and free hang will get an automatic pass."

Robin knew exactly which one she was doing, and not for the automatic pass; she just knew she could do it. Once again, the class lined up. Amon made sure he stood next to Robin so he could talk with her.

"So, what was that over there?" he asked, referring to Stephie.

"Oh, you mean the queen bee?" Robin asked as she shook her head, "I think we were all a little to harsh on Dojima - this girl takes the cake."

"Another Dojima, great." Amon muttered, loud enough so that only Robin heard.

"No she's worse. At least Dojima well showed up for work with out complaint." Robin pointed out in Yurika's defense

" Yeah, because she always came in late and her father made sure she had job security." Amon continued to gripe, even though he knew Doujima was a valuable asset to the STN-J. She was the one that let them know about the intelligence she had gathered on the FACTORY.

"That's funny, I thought her father was her job security?" Robin asked, a confused look spreading across her face.

"He is." Amon said flatly, but he had to admit Robin was right. Dojima did at least show up for work.

Soon, it was both Amon's and Robin's turn to do their pulls ups. Both were surprised how fast the lines moved.

"Sena, I assume you'll be doing both since you've been kicking ass all day," the one instructor said, as Robin approached the pull up bar.

"Yes sir, I do." Robin said sweetly, as she grabbed the bar, doing at least nine pull ups and then doing the free hang for fifteen seconds.

"Pass, enjoy your jog." The instructor said, as she dropped down from the pull up bar.

Robin smiled as she stood to the side next to Amon while they waited for the rest of the class to finish. When everyone was done they were all led out to the running track behind the gym where they would complete their physical fitness test. Robin was now glad for those early morning jogs she and Amon took with Moses. She missed Moses just then, too. It felt weird running without Amon's dog with them and she wondered how he was holding up with Dave and Bradley taking care of him. Her thoughts had drifted the whole three mile run. Before she knew it, she and Amon were half way done and on their way to the finish.

When they had completed the physical fitness test, Robin and Amon were shown where the school was, along with the class room they were assigned to. John then handed both of them their books. He also handed them two sets of tags. Amon's read, "student leader," while Robin's said, "student bailiff."

"Well, you guys are good to go. I'll see you here tomorrow at six am, when you'll officially meet the rest of the class and one other instructor," John told them, before letting Robin and Amon go for the day.

They thanked John as they left, heading back to the barracks, arms wrapped around each others waist as they walked. Amon told Robin about Joe and Ian, how Joe had called her a "chick." That made her laugh; she was surprised that Amon spit out rather quickly that she was his chick. Robin then went into more detail about Stephie, how she called Robin a geek, and how she felt bad for losing her temper on someone who wasn't even worth it. In a way, knowing what to expect tomorrow from the students was good, but both also dreaded tomorrow. After talking with the recruits they had all ready encountered, Amon and Robin knew they were headed for a world of trouble.