Chapter 3

Training had started, and the boys quickly prepared to get to the center.

It was an arena sort of, but it was almost as big as a football field.

It had a section to the right where there were bows and swords and guns if you were really good at shooting, and a lot of daggers.

No one is sure why they were such a fan of daggers, being that it was as useful as a pocket knife or a swiss knife.

It mainly depended on what situation you were in.

Peter tried it once, assuming its move was to stab and swing, which he tried using the VR room, but he was immediately mauled by the virtual attackers.

He quickly figured out that wasn't his weapon at all.

As they walked to the elevator room, they turned to the right and walked down the stairs.

Peter wasn't sure why they didn't have an elevator for the training center, being that you walked down five stories down there.

But nonetheless, they did—and when they arrived, they found the place flocked.

More people were in here than before, and a lot more people were using bows and daggers.

One person was in the VR room, and managed to stab, swing and kick at the same time.

Micah and Peter could tell she was a martial artist, which may have answered the question for so many daggers. They entered, and quickly went for the swords in the side. They were wooden swords, but designed to have the same pain as a real sword, whose purpose was to desensitize the pain and fear of a sword.

Micah and Peter thought it was clever, but immediately changed their minds once they got hit with one of the wooden swords.

Now they weren't so sure.

But, they got the swords and quickly headed towards the fear east of the training center.

There was a ring arena, the ones that were for boxing or wrestling—one or the two.

There was the referee, Mr. Wills, who was wearing the referee outfit but with a brown jacket, although it seemed too small for him.

"Your Majesty," he said as he bowed down to the princes.

More people were there, so they sat down in their seats at the end of the line. Peter took the time to look at their fighting styles, and to figure which weak points would be effective. This was mainly taught from Caville, but it was an old technique in the book.

The man on the right, who seemed shorter than the man with black slick, wet hair, was moving back.

He moved side to side as if he was boxing, but the boy with the black hair was only exercising his handling of the sword.

Then, they charged in.

From what Peter was seeing, the shorter kid seemed to use his height as an advantage, mainly to sweep behind the taller one.

He managed to kick him down, and after that—Mr. Wills counted to three, then he found him to be the winner.

Peter was impressed with his movement and decision of attack.

He never even managed to use his wooden sword, as he would've right from the start. Micah looked back and managed to see someone that he didn't expect to see.

It was her again, and he began feeling a very excited feeling again.

Without even considering Peter, he got up from his seat and proceeded towards her.

Peter, confused, looked back and saw Micah going away from him.

What was he doing? What was he trying to find? Then, he saw the person by the side, which was that same girl with black hair.

It's only been two hours and he's already flocking towards her.

He continued to observe Micah's movements, and surprisingly found him talking to the girl.

He didn't seem afraid or nervous of that state at all.

He went in, and quickly tried making conversation with her. Peter had to applaud that, but that still didn't solve the fact that he was planning to practice with him.

Plus, people became fond of their little fights, so he would like it if he didn't run away so quickly.

Then suddenly, someone spoke to him which immediately frightened him.

"Oh, are you looking at her?" that person said, which Peter looked at him.

He had a black hair that was a buzzcut, and he had the same outfit Peter had on.

"That's Iris, one of the bravest Hemorrian fighters," he said, which his voice changed by the time he said her name.

But quickly, it turned back which he asked. "Hey isn't that your brother?"

Peter looked toward his brother, which seemed to have a very pleasant conversation at some point or something else in that case.

"Yes, that is."

"Your brother is a savage," he said, as he turned away from Peter's view.

But Peter did quite the opposite, getting up from his seat and going to Micah's location.

Micah seemed to be talking with her, and they seemed to be stirring up quite the conversation.

But that was quickly interrupted as they saw Peter come by unexpectedly.

"Hello," he said, while looking with a keen eye at Micah. "So this is your brother?" Iris asked, as she gave a little chuckle.

Peter wasn't sure if that was in a negative or positive connotation.

"Yes, I am Peter," he said, as he slightly bowed to show some respect.

"Well, I'm Iris," she said, bringing out her hands to shake.

Peter did so, and when he felt it, the hand felt so soft and smooth, which he almost didn't want to let go.

"So, what are you guys doing here?" she asked, as they both stammered.

"Ya-ya know, the usual thing, the only thing we usually do."

"Train?"

"Yes, train," Micah said before Peter abruptly. "Training." "Well, I'm gonna get a drink, y'all wanna come?" she asked, which the boys said yes in honor. So they followed her to the beverage station, while the waiter was still there, although she seemed quite occupied on her phone.

Iris's voice managed to snap her out completely, which they could tell due to the jump and the rushed smile she gave once she saw them.

"Hello," she muttered, still a bit frightened from that unexpected surprise.

"Hi, can you get us a Mango Viberia?" she asked, which the brewer quickly went to her duties.

"So, you seem to know each other well," Peter noticed, which he was undoubtedly correct.

"Yes, we do," she said, as she left out a little laugh. "We know each other very well." This just came to Peter's head, so he made further conversation—he asked, "So if we know her very well, would she give us free drinks?"

"Not even close."

"Whaddya mean?"

"She will actually cost you more, because she'll make your drink much better."

"Hmm," Micah wondered, which seemed like an interesting fact to him.

"So, I'm pretty sure you'd want to get back to your training and many things, so we'll leave you alone," Micah said, as she waved her hand as a good-bye.

She left her area and was currently returning back to the sword competition.

"Nice person," Micah said, which he followed with a very relieved smile.

Peter snickered. "You're weird you know—right?"