2 months later

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(General P.O.V)

"I got the dental records and DNA from the autopsy. It's true. The remains belong to Harrison Wells."

Joe said to Caitlin after sitting down on the private booth.

Caitlin closed her eyes and sighed before opening them.

"Dammit."

She said quietly.

"I need to know what's going on Caitlin. You pulled me to Starling city, had me dig up a body, all the while promising to tell me everything afterwards. If the real Harrison Wells is dead then who the hell is my son hanging around?"

Joe almost shouted at the end. 

"It's complicated Joe. Before I tell you anything, I need you to promise me not to do anything rash before we are prepared. This involves the safety of everybody Joe not just Barry."

Joe could feel the seriousness in Caitlin's voice. From what he had seen, the genius scientist was probably the most level-headed person in the whole of Star-labs. His gut told him she wasn't playing around and his gut had never failed him. 

"Ok. I promise."

(2 hours later)

Caitlin took out the keys to her secondary apartment, which had just recently become essential. She closed the door behind her and threw the keys on the counter. She frowned after seeing the box of pizza on the counter.

"I told you to lay low. No one can know where you are."

The man who was watching the news in the dark confines of the room, looked back.

"Oh you're back…I still can't believe that the city has changed this much over the course of a few months."

He told Caitlin as she hang her coat and walked in.

"How are you feeling?"

"Good good. The cocktail you gave me helped."

She nodded in affirmation.

"It was to deal with your dissociative  personality disorder. Though it seems like your mind is still the dominant one. How…is he?"

The man sighed and held her hands in his, looking at Caitlin straight in the eyes with an understanding look.

"He feels an overwhelming love for you and I'm sorry you can't talk to him just yet my dear. Just know that Ronnie is still inside, very much alive."

Caitlin sniffed and wiped away her tears.

"Thank you, Professor Stein. It's just been so hard without him and so much has happened."

"I know my dear, I miss my darling Clarissa and I would give anything to talk to her again."

Caitlin understood why Stein's voice was laced with so much pain. He'd gotten desperate and tried approaching her. From what Stein had implied things hadn't gone according to plan. Which was why Caitlin wasn't content to wait for things to sort themselves out. According to Jin, there was a way to separate Ronnie from Stein. 

She wasn't as tech-savy as Cisco but she was still smart enough to follow the blue-prints Jin had left for her to make a detector. That was how she'd managed to find Ronnie and Stein. She wasn't ready to give up. 

"I've been wondering whether we can talk to one of your old colleagues Quentin Quale. He might be able to help with the Quantum splicer."

(Jin's P.O.V)

It took me two days to fully grasp the basics of the martial discipline or martial arts that I had chosen. 

The ability I had gained from the Percy Jackson set, seamless evasion, seemed like a basic version of the martial arts I picked. It's name was pretty much normal for such an overpowering art. It was called, 'The Flow.'

What it added to seamless evasion was stances and forms. My body could still react subconsciously without my direction to an attack. It worked through the concept of how smooth water can be when met with an obstacle. The art truly shined by how easily one could lead a fight and how quickly you could transition from striking to defending or re-directing a blow. 

"Again."

I laid on the ground trying to breathe as I got slammed on the hard floor again.

"This is the fifth time, I'm telling you Acolyte. Don't fight with anger. Fight with intent. In a battle you can only have two intents. One intent is the intent to do harm and the other is the intent to protect yourself from harm. There is no place for emotional distractions in a fight and if you cannot keep a clear head, then channel that emotion to center yourself. Use you anger to coldly and analytically take apart your enemy. Use your fear to avoid killing blows. Use your compassion to protect the ones you want to protect. Now get up."

I swallowed the frustration and fell into a loose stance. The Flow, demanded one to be hard to grasp and free flowing just like water. My hand shot up and blocked a kick headed to my head. I sidestepped a sweep and swiftly transitioned into an axe-kick which was blocked. Zoren did something with his hands that sent me spinning away from him. I wasn't disoriented though and i touched down and took a few backward steps to reduce the force. I was dressed in a loose black shirt and matching pants.

Zoren looked the same as always and he was still kicking my butt without even ruffling his clothes.

I didn't talk again, I used a movement skill I had learnt from The Flow and glided over to his body with a whip like fist attack. He ducked and a loud air shock blasted out from the blow. This was a no-powers fight mind you. It was all the work of my body strength and The Flow. We had been in in the courtyard sparring for the last 3 hours and the fight was far from over. On and on we continued exchanging blows. I landed on my face so many times that I stopped counting. At one point I activated my Thinker powers to try and analyse his movements but received a brutal beat down. He then told me, "I learned it the right way, you shall too."

He absolutely refused to let me begin rune magic and the time I tried to draw a simple warming rune, the whole thing exploded on my face so I stopped. Everyday was more of the same. I would wake up and check to see if Yuki was up from her coma, talk to Logan then meditate in the garden for a few hours. Afternoons I would spar with Grand Master Zoren until I was too exhausted to move and then I would retire. This schedule continued on for a month before it changed.

During the second month, my training changed.

"You have meditated enough. Your body has memorized the feel of magic and a circulation has been established, therefore your control is at an adequate level. That said, before you begin your training, your body needs to be able to safely channel more magic than it can now. Once you start drawing more powerful runes then you will need to be resilient enough to handle the quantity. It's the same concept of a pipe. A bigger pipe, more water. A bigger stronger pipe more water and longer lasting."

I listened intently and understood what he meant. I started getting a bad feeling from the little smile he had on his face though. 

"It's time we visited the soldiers training grounds."

I bit back a curse. Zoren could be pretty vindictive when wronged. I still remember some of his harsh punishments.

"How strong do I need to be?"

I asked.

"The equivalent of the strongest runes in existence, so very. In other words there is no upper limit but my standards should be met."

He smoothly replied while walking away. I mentally interpreted that to 'follow me to your torture.'

The training grounds looked dreary and I could almost feel the pain and tears shed over the gruesome training. A wide hole was between the camp with a white platform securely in the middle. 

I didn't need to be told and flew to stand on the platform. Once I stepped on it, the whole platform was encased in glass to form a cube.

"There are 10 levels to this exercise. The cube is submerged into the water and you have to endure the pressure of the first level before going down to the second and so on. This coupled with the magic formations littering the hole will ensure you get healed up when your bones start to crack. All you have to do is endure the pain. Get ready."

I steeled myself as the magical formations lit up and the whole thing begun to descend with me inside it.

"Oh shit here we go again."

The pain was immense. Nuff said.

I couldn't make it through the first level for the first week and it was only a few days into the second week that I managed to withstand it and move on down. The second was surprisingly easier to overcome and by the end of that week I was in level three. At the end of each day, Zoren would teleport my unconscious body to my room, where I would wake up feeling refreshed. The healing formations worked wonders and I never had to worry about sequelae emerging after training so hard. 

By the third week, I was done with the 3rd level but my progress came to a resounding stop at the 5th level. The 4th had been easy, it was almost as if my body was unearthing all it's untapped potential and using it to grow stronger. I couldn't advance past the 5th level even after another week. Zoren, unceremoniously pulled me out of it and told me that to advance I would need much more time than I could afford. But I was strong. I could now lift 15 tons with ease and 20 when pushed. It was a gratifying feeling. 

"It's time we started your runic lessons."

With those words, Zoren made my day.