A Gem's Investment (JadeXFemReader)

Chapter 8: So It Begins

[Y/n's PoV]

As the morning sun streamed through the windows casting a warm golden light across the room, Jade gently shook me awake.

"Wake up, my little bunny." she whispered.

"It's time to get ready for your training."

Right, training...

I sat up in bed while rubbing my eyes. She began rummaging through her closet before pulling out a suitable outfit for my training session.

"Here." she handed me the training outfit.

"Put this on, and then we'll head down to the training room."

I silently nod as I took the outfit and got ready. I changed my clothes and noticed she was observing me. Perhaps she also noticed the lack of enthusiasm or excitement in my movements. I wasn't particularly excited about this training, but it was a necessary part of this deal.

Soon after, she led the way to the training room while her footsteps were echoing softly in the empty hallways.

The room was a spacious and well-equipped facility with various training equipment and training dummies. She gestured for me to stand in the center of the room, and then took a step back before crossing her arms as she assessed me.

"Alright, we'll start with some basic warm-up exercises to get your body ready."

"Is this really necessary in order for me to become your bodyguard..?" I asked her.

That was a worthless question to even ask since of course it was essential for me to become the bodyguard she needed, but still.

"Yes." she replied firmly.

"Training is crucial to build your strength, endurance, and reflexes. As my bodyguard, you will need these skills to protect me from any threat."

"...."

I sighed, knowing whatever I will say will be pointless anyway.

"I know this isn't what you want, but it will help you in the long run. Trust me."

"Now, let's start with some stretches to loosen up your muscles." she instructed.

She nodded to the IPC technician, signalling for them to initiate the training session.

...?

The room suddenly came to life as the training equipment activated, and the training dummies began to move and simulate attacks on me.

Even for these dummies, it moved with precision and speed as though their programming design was to mimic realistic combat scenarios. They swung their arms and legs in various attacks, testing my reflexes and ability to defend myself.

Jade on the other hand, watched intently from the sidelines to observe my every move and evaluating my skills. She watched as I dodged and blocked the attacks, noting my strengths and weaknesses.

"Good," she called out, "keep going."

The training continued with the intensity gradually increasing. The training dummies launched more complex combinations of attacks as their movements were becoming even more unpredictable.

And she called this some basic warm-up?

..?!

I blocked the incoming quick attack but I stumbled upon the floor panting heavily from the intensity of the training. However to Jade, her expression remained stoic.