Girl of Steel and Stone

Chapter 4

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Chapter four

My timetable sucked. There was just no other word for it. I would probably barely survive the first month. Those lazy descendants used to waking at nine o'clock? They would die of exhaustion. Why did that make me happy?

Waking at six o'clock, breakfast at 6.30. First lesson of the day – stamina building – at seven. At eight martial arts and at nine training with various weapons like guns, rifles and knives. At ten military tactics and at eleven history and basic knowledge (math and that kind of things). At twelve lunch and at one everything started again with another hour of martial arts. At two we had geographical knowledge, which basically was everything about Daquan. At three the day continued with military training, which was physical as well. Politics at four. Basic medicine at five. And at last another hour of military training or weapon training, changing every day. At seven diner and then an hour to make homework and go to your appointment with the doctor once a week and the psychologist another day in the week. For me Friday and Wednesday. Saturday was field training, outside the Academy all day. Sunday was rest. The lights went out at nine.

So... I was going to have to write my testament.

No, just kidding. I would probably feel like dying for the first month and the second month I would – probably – start building some resistance to the charged days here.

But that first month would be hell nonetheless.

Tomorrow was Monday. Something I had totally forgotten 'til someone said it. I believe it was Mr. Mark.

We had been free for the rest of the day and I had been practicing my reading skills for most of it. I had also programmed my laptop and studied the map of the school. I went to bed immediately after diner, trying to get as much rest as possible before I entered hell.

And I would need it. Boy, would I need it.

Stamina building was just as bad as I thought it would be.

First Mr. Bowie made us run laps until we couldn't anymore and I was proud of myself that I held on longer than most. No surprise, but the descendants fell of way before the villagers. And Fiona was one of the first. Even Joyce lasting longer than her. And Mr. Bowie didn't like her. We had all heard how he had ranted about her bad stamina and what had she been doing all her life? Sitting and waiting to be served?

Than we continued with push-ups and that kind of stuff, the slowly heating sun beating down on us. And 'No Mr. Black, you are not allowed to pull of your shirt. If you want to strip, do it on your own time.' So we were all there, sweaty and hot, while grey and white shirts ran past almost effortlessly, giving us pitying looks filled with amusement.

When a bell rang we hurried towards the other end of the square while class A took our place. First the man showed us some basic kicks and punches we had to memorize. He only showed them three times and we'd better remember them! Good I already knew them, otherwise I would have been lost.

Then Mr. Sang put us one against one and guess oh guess who I was against? Roan Thorn himself! Then we had to practice our kicks and punches against each other. 'Hit each other, but not too hard! I don't want a corpse in my first lesson!'

After three quarters of an hour of that we had fifteen minutes to spar.

Thorn looked at me with hateful eyes and I just grinned, knowing I would win. I had, after all, experienced his weak hits for at least half an hour. And he knew it too. I had to admire the resigned way he fought, though. Although he ended on the ground every time, he managed to land a few punches that would leave bruises.