Chapter 5: All New

Almost 6 months into my training I could already feel I was reaching my limit. The daily weighted jogs around this island have become incredibly easy, that even Ashley had noticed. Today she wanted to speak to me about something. As I walked to her tent, I felt nervous. She did state it was something important.

The moment I walked inside I was somewhat confused. Typically, there would be 2 sitting mats and her offering some tea. But today she and Alex stood in the middle of the room. Alex had a bookbag by her feet. "Question, princess." I automatically focused on Ashly. "It has come to my attention you are lacking in a few things. So, I will be blunt. Do you know how to sew, cook, and hunt?"

"I only know the basics for cooking." They looked at each other before Alex walked over with the bookbag.

"Starting today you will undergo a different form of training." I looked over to Ashley as she folded her arms. "You will be doing survival training on our sister island. Not only that, Alex will be watching over you. And you will also start a new form of study. These lessons will go hand-in-hand." And with that, we set off.

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Today was a strange day. As I followed Mr. Pop outside. He still didn't explain today's training. I had already assumed that I would be fighting that doll again. Yet I couldn't explain this odd feeling.

The moment my match is when— "You call that a punch? Lame."

I looked over to Mr. Pop. "Excuse me. What—" I was suddenly kicked in the stomach. I quickly brought my attention back to the doll.

"What's the matter, slowpoke."

"Can you—" A punch to the face.

For the rest of my match, it went on as such. Whenever Mr. Popo spoke and I looked is when I get hit by the doll. Eventually, I stopped listening to him and focused on my match. That's was when Mr. Popo started to attack me.

When I stopped focusing on the doll is when it sneak attacked me. the same was with Mr. Popo. I tried my best to take them both. But when I did Mr. Popo would back away and state I needed to deal with the doll. "Then stop butting—" A kick to the head.

Today was just a complete disaster. And after dinner, Mr. Popo wanted to speak to me. "You still get easily distracted, and very reactive to your surroundings."

The next day he made me work on my forms. As I did, he would try to hit me with a stick. "Can you stop that!" He just hit my head and tell me to continue practicing my forms.

A few times I was close to catching the stick. Or so I thought. Mr. Popo would then switch to throwing rocks at me. Yet he expects me to continue my forms. I was so angry I picked up a rock and was about to throw it back. But it was at that moment something knocked it out of my head. How did that happen? I looked up to see Mr. Popo up close to me.

I didn't even see when he got up and moved. Nor did I even realize he had kicked me until my hand started to hurt. "How did you do that?"

Mr. Popo just whacked me on the head. "Back to your forms, and no distractions."

"Yeah right." Another whack.

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No matter how hard Alex try to explain it, I still couldn't skin the smallest of animals. It was strange and was difficult. I in turn had to rely heavily on her for that. but I did make up for it with my training and cooking. I even learned how to tell the difference between the edible and toxic parts of most plants. I was even able to create and brew my tea.

"You sure are full of surprises, Chichi."

"That you." After the long months, it was nice to hear her compliment me. But I should have known better. The next day we were going to start the second part of my survival training. "You can't be serious!"

"That's right. You have to make one whole trip around the earth."

"What about fighting?"

That's when she pointed her thumb to herself and smirked. "I'll be fighting you the whole time."

Before I knew it, I had spent months swimming away from Alex on her boat. Having to fight her while climbing mountains. Not to mention, how exhausted I was at the end of the day. At least, at night, we settled in a capsule home. There's where my cooking training came along.

Even when swimming, running, and climbing I had to also collect ingredients for our meals. Not only that. A good amount of what I collected helped me repair my damaging clothes. But the time I reached the other side, of my first mountain, my clothes had completely changed. Now it made sense why dad had those strange fur clothing. And even the tribe Ashely and Alex were from.

All this made me appreciate all the clothes my dad brought me. Even the meals he prepared me. And with skills, I can make dad stop worrying about me. I'll become not only a warrior of a fighter but also a warrior of a cook.

A/N: Hello everyone. I will be trying to update on a weekly basis. If you like my work and want to stay up-to-date on when I plan to post updates and more please follow me on Twitter at queenshadow. (If you haven't already.)

The next update will be "Warrior" and a Chichi spotlight fanfic.