Training Arc & New Player's
Allen Walker's recovery period had come to an end, and she was ready to train in earnest. She knew that the only way to truly survive in this world was to become stronger, faster, and more skilled. She began a rigorous training regimen that would push her to her limits.
The first day of training started with the basics. She picked up a sword, feeling its weight and balance in her hand. Amber had found her an old training dummy in the market, and Allen began practicing her swings. Each stroke was deliberate, aiming for precision over power. She remembered the knights she had seen in her old life, how they moved with grace and efficiency. Allen aimed to emulate that.
Her training wasn't just about the sword. She alternated between weapons, practicing with axes and shields. The axe felt different—heavier, more brutal. She practiced cleaving into thick logs, the impact jarring but satisfying. The shield training was about endurance and timing, learning to absorb blows without being knocked off balance. Allen would hold the shield up as Amber swung at her with a wooden sword, timing her blocks and counterattacks.
Amber would occasionally pause her work in the farms to check on Allen's progress. "You're improving," she'd say with a smile. "But don't forget to keep your guard up. Even the best offense needs a solid defense."
Allen appreciated these moments of encouragement. Despite Amber's busy schedule, tending to the farms and ensuring their food supply, she always found time to offer advice and support.
Training with the bow was another challenge. Allen set up targets at various distances, practicing her aim. Drawing the bowstring back was strenuous, but she focused on her breathing, steadying her aim before releasing each arrow. She could feel her muscles burning with each shot, but she pressed on, knowing that accuracy could mean the difference between life and death.
Taking attacks was another crucial part of her training. Amber would spar with her, using padded weapons to simulate real combat. Allen learned to roll with the hits, minimizing damage and preparing for quick counterattacks. She practiced blocking and parrying, using her shield and sword in tandem to deflect blows and create openings for her own strikes.
In the evenings, Allen would delve into potion making. She gathered ingredients from the surrounding area, experimenting with different combinations. Her goal was to create potions that could enhance her abilities and heal her wounds. The process was meticulous, requiring precision and patience. She brewed potions of strength, swiftness, and healing, testing each one to ensure its effectiveness.
Despite the intensity of her training, Allen found solace in her moments with Amber. They would sit together, sharing quiet conversations. Amber would talk about her life as a farmer, her dreams, and her fears. Allen, in turn, would share her past, her struggles, and her hopes for the future. Their bond grew stronger with each passing day, a beacon of warmth and companionship in a harsh world.
Amber's presence was a constant source of comfort. She was beautiful, with orange hair adorned with a white flower and striking green eyes. Her figure was alluring, her breasts large and often hidden by her hair, which cascaded down to cover her nipples. Her hips swayed as she moved, her ass bouncing with each step. She wore little clothing, preferring to walk around in just white socks with green stripes and matching arm coverings that stopped at her wrists.
Allen couldn't help but notice Amber's sensuality. There were moments when Amber's proximity made Allen's heart race, her body reacting with a mix of desire and confusion. They never went beyond holding hands or sharing a quick kiss, but the tension was palpable. Amber's touch was soft, her kisses gentle, and Allen found herself longing for more, yet unsure of how to proceed.
Near the end of the two weeks, Allen encountered a group of new players. She found them near the market, beaten and wounded, their expressions a mixture of fear and determination. There were four of them, each distinct in appearance.
The first was a tall man with a rugged build, his skin a dark brown with tribal tattoos adorning his arms. His name tag read "Orion." He wore leather armor that was torn and bloodstained, and he carried a large iron sword.
Next to him was a woman with short, spiky red hair and bright blue eyes. Her name tag read "Lyra." She wore chainmail armor and had a bow slung over her shoulder. Her face was bruised, but her eyes held a fierce resolve.
The third player was a slender young man with pale skin and silver hair. His name tag read "Soren." He wore a mix of leather and iron armor, and he carried a staff with runes carved into it. His demeanor was calm, but his eyes betrayed a deep exhaustion.
The last player was a stocky woman with a muscular build, her skin a rich mahogany. Her name tag read "Raven." She wore iron armor and carried a large battle axe. Her expression was one of grim determination, her jaw set as if ready for another fight.
Allen felt a pang of empathy as she looked at them. She knew what it was like to be lost and afraid in this world. "Come with me," she said softly. "I have a place where you can rest and recover."
They followed her to her now-fixed home, a sturdy structure that offered some semblance of safety. Inside, she provided them with food and water, tending to their wounds with the potions she had crafted.
As they settled in, Allen noticed something strange about their name tags. She looked up to see her own, only to find it blank. The realization hit her—only players could see each other's name tags. The NPCs, the mobs, didn't have them.
This knowledge added a new layer of understanding. She now knew who was like her and who wasn't. She was both relieved and wary. These new players needed guidance, but Allen's memories of her previous group's demise haunted her. She couldn't bear the thought of leading others to their deaths again.
Instead, she let a random player from the group take the lead. Orion, with his commanding presence and calm demeanor, seemed the natural choice. He quickly organized their activities, assigning tasks and ensuring everyone had what they needed.
One evening, as Allen and Amber sat together, watching the stars, Amber reached out and took Allen's hand. "You've come a long way," she said softly. "I'm proud of you."
Allen squeezed her hand, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Thank you, Amber. I couldn't have done it without you."
Their bond had grown stronger, and though they hadn't ventured into the deep dark, the presence of a powerful, female Warden-like figure loomed in Allen's mind. She hadn't seen her yet, but she could sense the danger that awaited.
For now, Allen focused on training and helping her new companions. The threat of the unknown lingered, but she was ready to face whatever came her way, strengthened by her bond with Amber and the resolve that had carried her through countless trials.
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I planning to pick a overworld mob female btw to sexually assaulted out MC when she ventrusinto the woods along side the other player ( Your choice is it should be different mobs or the same type for everyone)
Also I would want to have someone like thick Alex or another Minecraft person of your choice to meet our MC in the village to have a romantic relationship with to you know dream with Amber.