You will be Mondo Gecko

Chapter 3

Loud sounded of banging and shouting could be heard in the enclosure, coming from a big group of yokais. They were fighting each other like boxers in the gym.

The smell of sweat dominated the air and that was not at all pleasant for the young gecko. He had no choice but to train with his classmates. Luckily he only had to endure this only twice a week by also "working" bringing things for his boss during the rest of the week.

On this occasion it was his turn to fight with a rottweiler, much bigger than he was. He watched as the adult prepared the bandages on his fists and then cracked his knuckles. He also tightened the bandages on his hands, while trying to control the tremors in his tired arms. He was still exhausted from the previous practice of the morning, and he really felt like a light breeze would blow him fall.

"Okay, kid. You better be ready this time" warned the dog in front of him, in a pose that showed he was ready to fight.

The boy copied that action, thus starting the confrontation.

The older one tried to hit him several times, but he managed to dodge all the blows. Although he was not good at attacking, it was very easy for him to dodge.

"Come on! Attack!"

Hearing that order, he decided to punch the major's abdomen. Unfortunately, his punch was not strong enough to hurt him, and in seconds he was knocked down by a blow to his face. He was left helpless on the ground. He felt a lot of pain, and more when the other pinned him down, crushing his back with one of his knees.

"Seriously? We had barely started" scoffed the bigger one, while applying more pressure on his back, making it crunch and causing him to let out a small whimper choked by the pain.

The gecko tried with all his might to get up, but the weight of the bigger one prevented him from making any movement. In that position it felt helpless.

He really hated that.

"Enough with the games!"

The voice coming from his superior stopped the adult's action and finally set him free.

After the yokai withdrew, he sat down on his knees, while leaning his aching body on his arms. He tried to pull himself together from the pain, while trying to catch his breath. He thought his ribs would break from the weight of the bigger one on his back.

"Gather in line, everyone, NOW!"

A Yukon wolf gave the order to the rest of the canines, who within seconds formed up, heads held high, in front of the leader. Jason was the last to form up, as everything they had done in the previous training had left him exhausted, and more so with the beating he received a few seconds ago.

"You're all fighting like clowns, do you think this is a damn game?!"

The guy's loud tone left everyone frozen and stiff in their places. Those present were with their heads held high, like soldiers in front of a general.

"In two weeks, the annual contest of the Pack will begin, and none of you have managed to reach even the slightest level of skills required for that day"

The big wolf was pacing in front of the others, causing their foreheads to start sweating from nerves. The guy managed to provoke a tense atmosphere in the training room.

"You fools want to get beaten up by the West Side again?!" The biggest canine faced those present, with a more than noticeable fury.

"Sir, we all give our best every day! Many of our men have suffered serious injuries! I pray you can give us more time to recover, sir!" Replied the dog next to the gecko. He spoke with a certain confidence, while keeping his gaze straight ahead.