Takeover

-Chapter 6-

The cheering subsided as everyone looked over at me.
"What is your first plan of action?" WIlbur asked me.
"Training." I began and before anyone would get any ideas, "But we will not fight in the open. We need a secret base." I stood up and walked over to the table. grabbing a quill and paper I began putting out a schedule. "Five days of the week you each will have an hour of personal training on any weapon you desire." I wrote all their names and a random time of day. "Then, the last two days of the week, for three hours we will train together." I wrote the times they would meet with me. First was Tubbo, then Tommy, Niki, Fundy, Jack, the last was Wilbur. This would mean that after Wilburs session we could talk of the improvement of each member.
Wilbur of course would have to rewrite the whole schedule of everyone except I wrote my own. For seven hours five days of the week I would be training everyone, the remaining hours till night would be for gathering materials needed. The last two days of the week would be doing L'manberg common chores so I could plan more walking around. The plan would start tomorrow as today was Sunday as usual.
We all went to bed and woke in the morning ready to start our plan. When I woke I had a letter in my mailslot. It held my schedule.

8:00 -Tubbo training
9:00 - TommyInit training
10:00 - Nihachu training
11:00 - ItsFundy training
12:00 - Lunch
1:00 pm - JackManifold training
2:00 pm - WilburSoot training
3:00 pm - Briefing w/ WilburSoot
4:00 pm - Battle preparations w/ Tubbo & TommyInnit
6:00 pm - Dinner
7:00 pm - Gathering Break
9:30 pm - Bed

My schedule was simple for the 5 days of the week and the last too had it so all of the individual training was combined and the rest very similar. It mainly said the last couple of hours were spent on what was going on that day. I got dressed quickly and grabbed an assortment of swords. I grabbed some apples on my way out and began towards the RV.
Apparently Niki was up all night and was making a practice arena about 20 feet down and we used our old RV tunnel by branching off on a random path. It was the best idea we had. When I made it to the trap door, I opened slowly and dropped to the ground. A familiar cloud of dust followed. I quickly made my way through the tunnel, two left and three rights in no particular order. I hoped I had gone the right way when suddenly, I felt the walls open into a wide dome with three strong wood pillars.
I saw a rack made to hold all types of weapons, and many big circular wood objects meant for target practice.
"Thank you, Niki." I said aloud to no one.
I quickly started to hang all of the weapons in a spot that would give anyone easy access to weapons they would need. I heard footsteps which meant that Tubbo was on his way for his session. I looked at the assortment and picked up throwing knives, a sword, and a spear. I would let him choose but I saw him more as a first defense fighter. He came into view and I immediately took his hand and led him to the table that held the different options.
"Which one do you want to be trained on?" I asked him as he touched each one choosing carefully. Tubbo always seemed to go back to the throwing knives. Finally picking one up I nodded my head when he looked at me.
"Wise choice," I waved my hand towards the targets, "Let's begin your training."
His first throw was pretty bad because the handle hit the board first and it sprung saft making the sharp metal stick in the ground. I looked back at him as he grabbed another.
"Before you throw again," I began standing in a straight posture with my hands folded in front of me, "Every time you mess up, think of what you did and try to fix it. Instead of trying to get a bullseye your first session let's just try for a nice fast but good aimed hit on the board. As you begin to hit the target more often then we will try different angles around the room." He nodded his head at this and grabbed another knife and sat theri adjusting his hold.
He held it weird but for him it worked because instead of the handle hitting the board, the side of the metal did. Not a direct hit but it still stuck. He cheered himself and I smiled nodding my head. Without telling him he adjusted his hold again and threw it hitting the board a little under the yellow circle this time perfectly sticking it.
"How do I get it to hit the yellow?" He asked. I went over to the board and picked up the knives.
"The way you hold it you'll want to aim a little bit up from what you want to hit. Also flick your wrist really fast."
"Can you show me how?" He asked if I obliged and took one knife in my hand adjusting it so it rested comfortably. Tubbo flicked his wrist down from an up position. I, on the other hand, threw it from my side. I looked at the yellow target and flicked my wrist letting go of the spear as it swiftly cut through the air. It made a thud sound as if in a moment of milliseconds it had just been soaring through the air. The board went back a bit from the impact and loudly hit the ground as it leveled itself.
"How?" Tubbo said with a face of shock.
"Practice, a lot of it." I told him I went over to the target and tore the small knife out of the colored wood. For the next 45 minutes I taught him how to toss it in different ways. He hit the yellow a couple times only able to get two of the knives to actually stick in the wood. I told him to take one of the throwing knives with him and to practice whenever he could but to not draw any unnecessary attention to his new talent. He walked out and exactly at 9 TommyInnit walked through the door.
The sword and spear still sat on the table and he grabbed the sword. I walked over and grabbed my own. These swords were made of soft wood so we wouldn't accidentally kill each other. I first made us put down the swords and go over footing positions. These swords were smaller than the average one. I always used the small ones because it made it easier to maneuver around big opponents. Tom wasn't full grown so this would benefit him against Dream and Eret since he was a bit taller.
He easily mesmerized the positions and the situations you would use different ones. One of them caused you to roll.
"Rolling hurts my neck." He complained.
"Once you do it enough it won't hurt as much." I reassured him. He was good at it but it still hurt him quite a bit. But the problem was, having to roll with a sword. I threw him his wooden one and we went over the roll. He quickly got it. Before he went I made him go to one of the pillars and I taught him some swing techniques that he would need. He swung at the pillar going over them. Before he left I made him try the footing positions with the swings. He struggled so I sent him away with the wood sword and told Tommy what I told Tubbo. Practice discreetly.
I ended his session a bit earlier than everybody else's which gave me 10 minutes to prepare for Niki. I wouldn't need to work as hard on her due to the fact that I had already started training her a couple of days ago.
She walked through the door about five minutes late bringing cupcakes. I gladly accepted one when she offered it to me. After I finished she quickly gestured that I sit down.
"It's best that you are sitting for this." She told me for the hundredth time pushing me down into a seat. She stood in front of me and pulled out a piece of paper that had rips scattered over the parchment. Her hands shook and I finally stood up grabbing it from her hands as a tear ran down her face.
"What is this?" I said looking at it and beginning to read the word,

Niki,
spero hoc te bene valere invenit. Mihi opus est tibi ut facias aliquid mihi. Scio de disciplina, ne me ut et ineptum ducas quod oculos ubique habeo.
Ad quinque minutas exacte post tempus disciplinae tuae opus est ut nuper ostendes. Pone quaeso hanc phialam veneni in phialas tuas.
Ut in consilio nostro opus sit, necesse est eam toro suo veneno delere. Merces tua non erit ut te interficiam in bello.

Somnium.

Latin, the language of love. There was no love in these words:

Niki,
I hope this finds you in good health. I need you to do something for me. I know about the training, don't take me as an idiot because I have eyes everywhere.
At exactly five minutes after your training time I will need you to show up late. Please put this vial of poison into your cupcakes.
In order for our plan to work, you will need to destroy her bed and poison her. Your payment will be us not killing you in the war.

Dream.

Latin, the language of love. There was no love in these words, there was death and betrayal.
"I am sorry." Niki said as I grew nacious.
"Why?" I asked as I grabbed her. Everything seemed to no longer work as I started to fall. Not onto Niki but to the ground. I was dead.