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Percy Jackson~ Training match

In the heart of Camp Half-Blood, where demigods trained and honed their skills, Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon, and Y/N, a new arrival with unknown parentage, found themselves paired for a training match. The sun cast golden hues across the training arena as they stood opposite each other, ready to spar.

"Ready, Percy?" Y/N grinned, twirling a wooden sword in hand.

Percy smirked, tightening his grip on Riptide, his celestial bronze sword. "Always ready. Let's see what you've got."

With a nod from the instructor, the match began. Percy lunged forward, his movements fluid like the ocean currents, while Y/N countered with agile dodges and swift strikes. Their swords clashed, sending sparks flying as they danced around each other.

"You're good," Percy remarked, impressed by Y/N's skill.

"Thanks, but you're not bad yourself," Y/N replied, their competitive spirit fueling their movements.

As they sparred, Percy couldn't help but notice Y/N's determination and grit. There was something about them that felt familiar, as if they belonged together in this moment of battle.

With a sudden burst of energy, Percy unleashed a wave of water from his palm, catching Y/N off guard and knocking them off balance. They stumbled but quickly regained their footing, a determined glint in their eyes.

"Nice move," Y/N said, wiping the water from their face. "But I'm not giving up that easily."

The intensity of their match grew as they traded blows, each pushing the other to their limits. Sweat glistened on their skin as they fought with everything they had, the thrill of battle coursing through their veins.

As the match reached its climax, Percy and Y/N found themselves locked in a stalemate, their swords crossed in a fierce struggle. Despite their exhaustion, they refused to back down, their determination unwavering.

"You're tough," Percy admitted, a grin spreading across his face. "I like that."

Y/N grinned back, their eyes sparkling with excitement. "Likewise, Percy. This is the most fun I've had in ages."

With a final surge of energy, Percy managed to disarm Y/N, sending their sword flying across the arena. The match was over, but there was no animosity between them, only mutual respect and admiration.

"Great match," Percy said, offering Y/N a hand up.

Y/N accepted the gesture, shaking Percy's hand firmly. "Yeah, it was. Thanks for the challenge."

As they walked off the training grounds together, Percy couldn't shake the feeling that he had found more than just a sparring partner in Y/N. There was a connection between them, a bond that went beyond friendship.

Over the following days, Percy and Y/N continued to spend time together, training and exploring the camp. They shared stories of their pasts, their hopes and dreams for the future, and discovered they had more in common than they had initially realized.

One evening, as they sat by the shores of Half-Blood Hill, watching the sun set over the horizon, Percy turned to Y/N with a smile.

"You know, Y/N, I think we make a great team," he said, his voice tinged with sincerity.

Y/N nodded, a warm feeling spreading through their chest. "Yeah, we do. I'm glad we met, Percy."

And in that moment, as the waves lapped gently against the shore, Percy and Y/N realized that their friendship was as unbreakable as the bond between the sea and the shore. Together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could overcome anything.