Prolouge

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Trying my hardest to grasp what little air I can get. "Focus. Breathe properly." Tired, that is the only thing I can describe my current state. No, that's an understatement. I'm exhausted. "Here it comes." I got into my fighting stance clutching my Gladius, preparing for another attack. The fist of the attacker swings towards me, aiming for my stomach. I however block it with the blade of my gladius. My whole body trembles at the force of the punch, my attacker then launches a kick towards my weapon, the impact sending me flying a few feet away from my original position. I land on the ball of my toes, carefully watching my attacker.

The assailant is in front of me, "Too slow." A feminine voice mocked. Blocking my view is the fist of the assailant. A smirk forms on my lip, this is the perfect moment, dropping my weapon I grabbed both hands of the attacker.

"I guess you're a little bit too fast." Activating my powers a second me appears out of my stomach, this time restricting my opponents legs, a third me pops out of my stomach wielding a gladius aiming at the attackers neck.

A tear. A single drop of tear leaving the eye of my attacker. "How much you've grown. You are, however…" A heavy pressure loads onto the atmosphere, the cold sensation leaving the hair on my skin standing up. "Still too weak."

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Dust covered the whole area. As the dust cleared one male laid there on the infertile ground, in a large creator. Beside them lay their weapon, a gladius.

"Oops. I may have gotten carried away there." The voice belonged to a tall female with short white hair only wearing a tanktop and jeans. "You're alive right?" She asked, as she sat on the male.

"How am I suppose to answer if I was dead?" She chuckled at his response. "I've shown I'm ready to take the exams."

"You've proven that you're ready for the exams so I won't stop you" She responded. "Your ability and talent closed the gaps between you and your colleagues, making you much more powerful than the average trainee." She explained "(R), just remember this there is no such thing as a normal trainee in this exams."

"I understand May..." (R) answered. An annoyed look soon plastered on the man's face. Glaring to the one identified as May (R) complained, "Now get up off me or I'll kill you." Blood lust emanated from him.

May punched him in the head, causing his head to knock into the ground. "Threats like that can work, when you're on top." She commented. She soon noticed blood spilling from the young man's head. "Maybe I did too much." May finger touched the area on her neck where a small cut was. "I guess you really have grown (R)." a soft smile appeared on her face.

"(R), I May, a guardian of the Hive grant you permission to take place in this years Nesting Exams. Good luck young nestling"