Standing up I inspected my repaired pants, a new large patch had been added to it completely filling the right side of the leg pant

Turning my leg in the pants I made sure the stitching was flexible and stable

After everything was checked out I left my room

Walking through the corridors I made my way towards the second floor, I was going to keep training the same way I learnt yesterday

'Hopefully Nathan or that old man is there'

Remembering the beating I had taken yesterday I opened the sliding door with ease this time around and walked into the dojo

I cast my gaze on the empty room

'how should I train?'

I wasn't sure of how I was supposed to train, after all my last 'training session' was just a merciless beating until I finally collapsed

'I can't beat myself now, can I?'

Searching around the room I stumbled upon a small indent in the wall, it was shaped in the form of a doorway

Gently pushing it open I found it swing with ease revealing a room filled with real metal, mineral and organic weapons on one side, on the other side was wooden training weapons of every type

I walked over through the wood weapon section searching for a dagger, it was the only weapon I had any real experience in after all

After a few minutes of looking through the brown, wooden shelves I stumbled upon a dark brown dagger shaped training weapon

I picked it up and felt the smooth wood in my grasp, it had been delicately sanded and polished with a few different oils making it a comfy grip

Walking out the same way I came in a took a more indepth look at all the different weapons stored in what I presumed to be the warehouse

Before long I realized all the weapons stored here were melee or old fashioned weapons, there wasn't a single gun like weapon

'Are they just more recourse friendly?'

Bullets and guns were still useful, the problem was creating effective bullets, they required materials and each bullet was a one time use weapon, this made it extremely taxing to have a large amount of firearms in a small base like ours

I stepped out of the warehouse and into the wide open training area

'So how do I train now?'

There wasn't anything to properly practice my skills on

I stood rooted in place trying to figure out what to do to try and gain some training experience

Before long I lowered my body close to the ground and assumed an almost crouch like stance like how Nathan had done it

I had my left hand on the floor in front of me and my two legs were crouched supporting each other, ready like springs

I held the training dagger in a reverse grip in my right hand

I strengthened my legs and arm before pressing off of my hand before exerting strength in my legs causing me to leap much like a frog

Launching through the air I pretended to slash the weak legs of my imaginary target before screeching to a stop in a similar position allowing for a quick launch

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I continued to launch and slash before skidding to a stop and launching again and again forming a rapidly changing triangle formation

As I continued to repeat the same actions for who knows how long I slowly started to refine my footing, my technique, timing and every part of the stance I continuously repeated like I was dependent on it

I kept on going until my hand finally slipped from all the accumulated sweat and my lungs felt like they were being constricted by snakes

"Huuuhh. Phewwww"

My breaths felt laborious as my body tried loosening up enough to let air back into my lungs

I had slumped backwards onto my ass as I leant forwards with my hands on my knees leaving my practice dagger just out of reach

I tried pushing myself up but my muscles tightened and curled causing immense pain

"Creee"

I barely stifled the screams that so desperately wanted to come out from my grit teeth

'Come on. just one more. please'

My mind kept begging but I knew my body wouldn't be able to bear the burden of moving let alone training some more. I had to give up, at least for today

I completely relaxed my arms and let my face press against the soft padded floor, it felt damp but I couldn't differentiate if it was my body or the floor that had been drenched in my sweat

I closed my eyes so my body could recover

…

Lifting myself up my muscles ached even when I put in the slightest amount of strength

'Was it worth it'

I questioned myself as I made my way out of the room and down to my bed room

Walking into my room I immediately collapsed onto me bed and went to sleep without hesitation

'I wonder when I'll improve?'

That was my last thought before I dozed off for the second time that day

…

After waking up I went to the cafeteria like usual, it was a habit that was engrained into me

They served porridge and slices of bread

Even though the tray had been light it hurt to pick it up and carry it over to an empty table

'Damn it. Why do you hurt so much!'

I gently placed it down and used both hands to anchor myself to sit down, my quads weren't working properly due to the intensive training I had pushed myself through yesterday

'Tch. Just had to be porridge? I think I'd prefer vegetables!'

The only food I hated more than vegetables was porridge, it didn't even have any meat for crying out loud!

Bearing with the pain I ate the porridge no matter how shitty it was

I sat there watching everything happening around me

Dick and James were slowly eating the porridge, James was wrapped in bandages all over like a living mummy

Any exposed skin has bandages sticking close to them, Dick had gotten off much easier with only a band aid on his cheek

Jessica sitting across from them had less bandages on her than the last time I had seen her, now the bandage that had been tightly wrapped around her stomach had disappeared

'A mutants recovery rate is too insane!'

It had only taken a few days for their injuries to heal at a drastic rate, in a couple more days Jessica and Dick will be back on the hunting teams main force. James might take a little bit longer to heal his burnt skin and battered body though

Before I knew it I had completely devoured my porridge to my relief

Getting up from my table I threw my tray in the slot as I walked past. I intended to head to charlotte's room to check up on her

I waved and smiled at all those that walked past me heading towards the cafeteria I had just left

I came up to Charlotte's old rotten wooden door that looked as imposing as a large metal wall

"Dock dock"

I lightly tapped the door with my knuckles and waited for a response

Even after a minute there was no response, I couldn't even hear any movements from behind the door

"Charlotte?"

'Is she out? Guess I'll come back another time'

I turned and walked away from Charlotte's room heading for my room

'I should go out scavenging or I'll be completely broke soon'

…

[Charlotte's POV]

Opening the door I peaked out almost falling over even with the support of the doorway

My hand clenched to the door handle had tendrils of muscle breaking through the skin and flailing out like living tentacles as the skin spread and receded like an oceans wave

My hand was the best looking part of my body as I could feel my entire body breaking and rebuilding itself trying to find the right structure from scratch like a massive hivemind excluding me

'I can't let Lucas see me like this'

I quickly escaped back into my room after Lucas disappeared from my sight, it didn't take long as my eyes were constantly changing and moving in height

Stumbling back into the middle of the room I sat down and pulled the massive piles of flesh and muscles that had formed tree like roots towards me putting myself in a cross legged position as I calmed my mind and continued to focus on what I looked like and what my ability is

Even after sitting there for hours I didn't feel tired, I didn't even feel bored. it was almost as if this was the most interesting thing I had ever experienced in my life

So I continued creating mental images of my fighting and utilizing my powers however I could

The longer I spent the more my body seemed to bend and shrink back into it's original shape as if it was remembering how it should be