Note: first fanfic, will improve as I go along, I have been a gamemaster on my past RP site so the action should be good, and I do not own Ben 10 or anything that is remotely like Ben 10.

IMPORTANT NOTE: Spring break is coming….so anyone know what that means? Looks around and sees no one right by him, that's right I'm going on vacation for a week! So this should be my last entry before I leave. I know this sounds bad but don't worry, chances are that I will have my laptop with me and during driving time I shall write the story.

Sorry that this chapter is so short!

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And far away from the tumtum tree was a large building that held training practices for the students, inside this building laid many large rooms that were excellent for fighting in. Each room was special not on what it looked like, but the foes and the tasks it provided.

In one of these rooms was a student who was waiting to battle. But he was not just any student, he was student who was so grand in the nature of fighting that he was condemned the best at the school. He was a Mineralist, and by the looks of it a very serious one. He stood average in height and his body looked bright and smooth as if it was chiseled onto. The Mineralist's arms were folded and his head hung low with his eyes closed. He wore a black and white jumpsuit, around his neck was a yin/yang necklace and he wore large padded gloves on his hands. Upon his shoulders and shins were also padding, though by the looks of it they were probably filled with weights. The Mineralist waited patiently, for any moment now the training will begin, his name?

Diamondhead.

In another room that was set right besides Diamondhead's was a control monitor, sitting right beside it were two operators. They looked at the monitors which showed Diamondhead still standing there.

"Doesn't look like he has lots of energy like he did last time." Quoted one of the operators.

"No, in fact he looks quite calm, heh, well lets see how calm he is after he gets a heavy dose of our new robots!"

The two operators were talking about their last incident with Diamondhead, who was so full of energy that he zipped through the room destroying the robots before they could fight back. And for the fun of it, he did some pretty radical moves that were life threatening. After his victory, he did a victory dance around the stadium.

The operator frowned upon remembrance and pressed a button, "Begin the training."

Hovering robots came out of a large door, they zipped threw the air like wasps, ready to home in on their target.

One of the operators smiled,

"Heh, these robots have been upgraded. They now have speed and acceleration on their side. Even if Diamondhead did have his energy, he couldn't catch these buggers!"

The two operators looked at the monitors again, Diamondhead still stood there relaxed with his eyes closed.

The robots hovered some more, then five of them shot lasers at the standing Mineralist. The lasers shot through the air and landed on their target. Because the lasers collided, a small explosion was made and smoke was produced. The smoke exploded outwards covering half of the vicinity, the robots hovered and waited.

And out of the black cloud lit up two, grey eyes that looked intimidating.

The eyes blinked.

And for no apparent reason, the five robots that shot at Diamondhead suddenly grew diamonds within their own bodies. With this foreign element growing inside of them, the robots couldn't handle the weight and destruction from within and died.

The smoke cleared.

Diamondhead was still standing their, unphased, his eyes were open and his arms hung down.

The robots were going nuts, they started to spin around him quickly shooting their laser bullets, but it would have been better to throw paper for it was not working. The lasers were bouncing off of Diamondhead's skin, he did not even wince as they made contact with him.

He raised his right arm and held his covered hand out. He gripped it slowly. And the robots that were flying to his right were suddenly having technical difficulties for diamonds grew out of their exterior, they exploded in midair.

Seeing that shooting was no longer working, the robots took out chainsaws and revved them up. They shot downwards to the still standing student. The chainsaws buzzing in anticipation.

Diamondhead lowered his right arm. He folded his arms and closed his eyes. The robots attacked him, again, and again. The chainsaws having no affect on him. Their sharp edges getting duller and duller. After a minute of this relentless but futile attack Diamondhead raised both of his arms in the air with his hands outstretched. And this time he quickly closed them.

All of the robots died. They fell to the ground with diamonds growing out of them.

Diamondhead, having not moved from his spot, kicked the robots away, turned around and walked out the now open door. The room was now full of diamond shards and dead and dying robots. If the robots were still alive and had feeling, they should would have been proud that they were beaten up by the great Diamondhead, the best student at the academy.

The operators were shocked.