book 2 chp: 15

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NOTE: (B/D)=birthday date
(S/C)=skin color

Jay walked in half way through (M/N)'s training. His hidden camera already recording everything in front of him. (M/N) was shirtless and his dragon tattoo showing towards the camera.

He watched as there was a group of people all running at (M/N), he jumped over the people coming at him. His dominant hand went to a black haired female's head, pushing off of it as he flipped in the air. He landed on the training ring, going into split formation as he dodged five on coming punches and three on coming kicks.

He put his hands behind him, doing a backwards aerial as he spun himself, kicking two of their faces. He reached behind him, grabbing the clip on his pant loop and turning it into a katana. He put the blade in front of his face as he heard multiple daggers clink together with his blade.

He thrusted forward, his katana turning into a dagger. He battled with one hand behind his back as he dodged the people from behind, maneuvering his head and body to whatever direction he needed to move it.

He jumped, his legs tucking into his chest. He spun himself in the air as he was on his side doing a side flip, his katana turning back into the clip on his pants. He grabbed a duo sword coming at him, his palm beginning to bleed. Once he landed, he lifted the blade over him, taking a red haired male over him as he fell on his back with a grunt.

(M/N) rolled completely missing each stomp that was a second too late. He pushed himself off, his hands still on the ground as he moved his legs to fight for him. Blocking each blade coming at him with the bottom of his boots, he used his hands to move forwards or backwards as he kicked any body part in range of his feet. Including when he bent his arms to get a lower perspective.

(M/N) flipped, as soon as he landed he felt a punch to his face and a kick to his back. He didn't make a move to fall or stumble, or even have his face move from the punch, he just lifted his thumb to his mouth and wiped the blood. A smirk overcame his face.

"That's more like it. But that's the last time any of you will touch me."

He spun himself, his body felt light weighed as he mingled through every body. It felt as if it was slow motions as every attempt to touch him again wasn't worth it. No one touched him.

(M/N) jumped again, his foot going on a samurai blade, his foot light as he pushed off of it. He back flipped, his feet landing on the sturdy rope that was around the giant training area.

He lifted his dominant foot up, a dagger going beneath his foot before he put his foot down when there was no dagger. He lifted his non dominant foot and stepped to the side as his dominant leg was slightly bent.

He clapped his hands, catching three blades at once. He gripped harder, veins popping out of his arms as he threw the three people across the ring. (M/N) bent his legs, doing a backflip but not moving an inch as he grab onto the rope. He slide between the ropes and kicked three people at once.

He kept his grip on the rope as he spun himself back upwards. His back still facing Jay, his hair falling a bit behind him. He spun himself to where he was facing Jay, but his head was facing the people he was sparring with. So, all you could see was his neck, and the bullet scar on (M/N)'s stomach from Aran.

Until (M/N) snapped his head towards Jay, now he could clearly see (M/N) was wearing a blindfold. He thrusted out his bloodied palm from earlier.

Everyone stopped their movements, some really close to stabbing (M/N). The Hidden Demon had a blank expression.

"Take a ten minute break. Work on weapons, doesn't matter what weapon, just work on what you need. After that ten minute break, come back to this training area and spar with each other without your weapons."

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