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Tobias POV

I wake up and groan. Maybe it wasn't such a great idea to drink so much last night. Oh, but it was kind of worth it, I remind myself. Damn, I didn't know that Tris was hiding that much from me. I'm shocked out of my thoughts by the sudden urge to puke my stomach out. I rush to the bathroom and hurl last night's dinner into the toilet. I groan, but ignore the pain in my head and walk back to the living room where everyone is still sleeping. Well, almost everyone. Where's Tris? I sigh; I'll probably find her later. I grab my clothes from the mess of clothes on the ground and trudge back to our apartment. Once I get there I almost have a heart attack. It's already 7:50; training starts at eight, but I haven't set anything up yet. Shit.

I rush to do everything as fast as I can. I take a quick shower, brushing my teeth while the water is running over my body. I get out, not even bothering to dry myself, pull on a pair of jeans and a black shirt, then I run as fast as I can to the training room. I sigh with relief when I see that the room is set up and I have two minutes to spare. I catch my breath, but stand straight up when I hear a voice say,

"So, decided to join us after all, huh, Four?"

It's Tris. Behind her are all of her initiates. They're already warmed up and look wide awake, some of them look sore, though. One boy with brown hair keeps inching closer to her. What's up with him? I'll ask Tris later.

"Did you wake up your initiates?" she asks me. I freeze. Shit. "Well, I figured you wouldn't, so I woke them up for you. They're almost done with their laps,"

I look at her, confused. Laps? Since when do we make initiates run laps? She has this glimmer in her eyes and I realize that this is her form of fun as an instructor. I shake my head and pull Tris aside as the Dauntless-born enter the room. Before we talk, Tris calls out,

"Five minute break before we start!"

I wince; I haven't gotten the time to take a Tylenol yet, my head was still pounding. Before I even have the chance to say anything, Tris points to a table that would usually hold guns. In their place is a glass of water, a couple of Tylenol tablets, a muffin, and some bacon. I rush over and start scarfing it down as fast as I can while still looking dignified in front of my initiates. I guess I'm taking too long because Tris walks over to the group of initiates and starts explaining the exercises to them. I finish and walk over to them just as Tris is telling them about mine and Tris's demonstration before they will break into groups of two to try it out themselves.

"Ha! Four, try to keep your hands off of Six!" calls out a Dauntless-born. His name is Henry. He is an ok kid, not too tall, not too fat, an average fighter. Kind of slow in his head. Other Dauntless-born initiates let out cat calls. I already told them about keeping me and Tris a secret for initiation, but they were still doing crap like this? These brats. Maybe I would have to start using laps, too. The transfers looked at each other, obviously confused. I could hear them mumbling to each other, trying to keep their volume down. I'm not the only one who hears them I glare at Henry, but I guess that does not make as much of an impact as Tris's cold voice.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"N-nothing," Henry stammers out.

"Good," says Tris. "We'll be starting our demonstration in two minutes. I trust that Four will not be holding back?" she sends me a quick glance. The Tylenol has already kicked in, and even if it hadn't, no way I was going easy against Tris.

"You only wish I was going easy on you," I retort. Tris smiles a bit. Then we walk to the middle of the room, getting into our fighting stances, I feel kind of bad for wanting to win against Tris, but it's just that Dauntless competitive nature.

We circle around each other for a second, waiting for the other to strike. At the same moment, both of us find the perfect opening in each other's stances. We lurch forward, me aiming a punch straight at Tris's side, her sending her foot out somewhere, I wasn't paying attention. Tris's kick blocks my arm and ends up hurting me at the same time. She hit me on the inside of my arm, close to where my armpit would start. I recoil, observing her warily, hoping she would mess up somehow. I use my size to my advantage this time, kicking her in the stomach, then punching her in the chest, which I sadly noticed was tied up again. She stumbled back, but immediately retaliated by surging forward too fast for me to comprehend what she was doing. She took her elbow and slammed it into my ribs, then stepped backwards just as quickly.

This style of fighting went on for another minute, until both of us got bored of hit and run attacks. We both moved forward, arms ready and protecting our faces. Then, we were a blur of punches, dodges, blocks, kicks, and obscure hitting styles. I finally got the upper hand by grabbing both of Tris's hands and pushing her onto the ground, holding her there with my body weight. Her reaction was the complete opposite of what I would've expected. Tris smirked. Shit.

Tris POV

Tobias just pinned me down. I smirk; I was waiting for this to happen. Sometimes, when our make out sessions get really intense, we find ourselves just like this, and every time I notice a weak spot in Tobias's position. His left arm is slightly bent, even if I hit the bend, he would be able to get over the shock quite quickly. But his right arm…

I struggle to lift my elbow quickly, not wincing once, and quickly jab Tobias's straight, stiff arm in the soft part opposite of his elbow. His eyes widen, and I force myself not to get lost in them. Instead, I used his moment of vulnerability to my advantage by reversing our positions, ensuring my win by planting my right knee on his groin, at the exact spot I know will hurt the most if I press on it.

Tobias starts to push me off of him, but I press my knee down. Tobias grunts. I smirk. He tries again, and the same result happens. I lean down and whisper,

"Do you yield?"

"Yeah, I'm done," he mumbles, looking away. I get off him and he seems even more defeated than before. To me anyway, to the others, he probably looks like the same stern Four. I look at the initiates.

"So, normally we're supposed to keep going until one of us either can't fight anymore, or is unconscious, but Four and I thought that as long as Eric didn't know what we were doing, we would be fine. Here's the pairings, try to finish quickly, would you?"

I point to the board. The pairings are like this:

Molly vs. Jarrod

Eva vs. Bruce

Mary vs. Sarah L.

Amy vs. Morris (a boy from Candor)

Sarah M. vs. Brandon (a boy from Erudite)

Lance vs. Henry

Tessa vs. Elise

Fiona vs. Zoey

Lizzy vs. Oliver

Greg vs. Derek

Since today was their first day, Tobias and I agreed that Dauntless-born should fight against Dauntless-born, and transfers against transfers. Tomorrow, we would mix them up. We got the first group set up and waited for one of them to win. I wasn't surprised when Jarrod won, he was going up against an ex-Aminity. Of course he would win. He seemed to think it was a huge deal. Molly got up and started to walk away, but Jarrod just stood there like an oaf and smiled at me, as if to say 'You wanna go out with me now, don't you?'

Tobias seemed to notice his look and glanced down at me. I was making a face. Tobias walked over to the still-celebrating Jarrod and dragged him out of the room. I got the next couple set up after I circled Jarrod's name. They were pretty evenly matched. The Candor boy, Bruce, looked fairly strong, but Eva was smarter than him, and kept maneuvering around him. Eventually she tried to give a punch, and that was her downfall. Bruce grabbed her wrist and slammed her down on the ground. It was then that a panting Jarrod came back in, followed by a smug looking Tobias. I looked at him. Tobias shrugged. I rolled my eyes and circled Bruce's name. Around three o'clock, all of the winners were chalked up:

Jarrod

Bruce

Sarah L.

Brandon

Morris

Lance

Elise

Zoey

Lizzy

Derek

Tomorrow the winners would be going up against the winners, and the losers against the losers. But now, the Dauntless-born were going to leave. As they filed out, I brought out a giant piece of paper with two colors on it. One color represented the enemy team and the other represented us. Each color was set up in different formations. I turned to my battered initiates.

"How many of you think that you can win against the Dauntless-born in a battle. Right now, if they came in and started fighting you, who would win?" I ask. Only Jarrod and Sarah L. raise their hands. The rest look down, ashamed. I reprimand them. "Don't be ashamed, hear me? They've been doing this for a long time, and you just got here," a lot of initiates look up hopefully. "That doesn't mean I'm not disappointed in your abilities. From now on, you work on physical training until three, and until six, we'll start training your minds to work faster, picking strategies that would make you win, understood? You master this skill and I can almost guarantee a win for you. Take my fight with Four for example. He's obviously much stronger and bigger than me, but I won. How? I had a strategy in my mind almost from the very beginning. Take my victory as an example of what you can do if you fight hard, and you fight smart.

So, now you're going to start working on strategies. We'll start with group strategies, and tomorrow you'll be coming up with individual strategies for one-on-one fights. I'll be giving the opponent's stats and you just come up with something that could work for you, understood? I want you right now to discuss three maneuvers that could combat this formation. I'll be over there. I want you done in twenty-five minutes,"

I go to the corner and silently moan. The Tylenol had stopped its effect halfway through Tessa and Elise's duel. I just sit there for almost half an hour, wallowing in my pain, trying not to let my discomfort show.

It was finally time, so I make my way over to the transfers. All of the Candors are suppressing smiles except for Jarrod, who looks proud and is smiling at me. I ignore him and look at the Erudites, who are shaking their heads and are glaring at the Candors. Molly, the one Aminity we have, seems to be on the Erudites's side. I raise my eyebrow. What was going on? I ask for the paper with their plans on it. I skim their ideas, my eyebrows slowly meeting each other in the center of my forehead. I put the paper down and take a shaky breath, thenI snap at all of them,

"What the hell is this?"