(12 year old Taehyung POV)
Marius stretches out next to me. His scrawny legs allow for maximum flexibility and he's easily able to get into a split while crawling forward. Stretching out his back with small cracks as I hold his hands to help him.
He looks up at me and smiles with a small gap from a missing tooth. His messy soft curls of wavy brown hair pushed back by a bandana.
He was seven years old, too young to start training in the arts of fighting but already starting to work on his flexibility in preparation.
"Do you know what team you want to join yet?" He asks and I shake my head.
"You know we don't have much of a choice anyway," I remind him as he sits up and arches his back.
"I know but that doesn't have to stop you from wanting to be in a certain division." He winks and I sit back, stretching out my right leg, which I had injured yesterday when I failed my landing from an aerial.
"I'm hoping to join Bravo!" Mari squeals and does a little uppercut.
"You only want to be in Bravo division because your father, uncle Peter, is in that division. And there's no way you'll make it. I'm sorry to break it to you but I think you're going to end up in Saber." I tell him and his smile vanishes.
"Yeah, you're probably right." He sighs.
Because we have such a large family,
Next Generation has been broken down into four divisions.
Saber Division, which has the team color of orange, is lead by our youngest uncle Soren, and specializes in sword combat with a special orange saber bestowed upon the person once they are initiated.
Their fighting style was like an art form with gymnastics and acrobatics combined with the saber which is why they selected the most flexible, like Marius.
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