Black Panther Imagines {CLOSED}

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"Klas aandag!" The master says.

We all snap to the position of attention and look to him for further instruction.

"As you all know, today is the selection for Black Panther's right side man or woman." He says.

As if on queue, King T'Challa and three War Dogs walk into the dojang. Nobody else knew he was in the room expect of the master and me.

"We all know who's going to win." I hear someone mumble.

Everyone looks to the star student: Demetrius Rush. Though he is looking straight ahead, it's obvious that he has a cocky smirk playing on his lips.

We all started training ever since were ten, and all with one intention: to help out King T'Challa in battle.

This was a new challenge that was initiated by the Board of Tribes. Which means that we are the first generation of contenders for the Black Panther's right hand person. This challenge is about five days long.

Demetrius has never lost a fight and he's a quick learner. He's literally the perfect guy for the job.

"Oh come on guys, don't get discouraged." The master states.

"What, it's obvious. He is the fastest, strongest and most intelligent in the class—"

"Actually, he isn't the most intelligent or fastest in the class." The master says.

"Then who is?" A woman asks.

"She is." The master adds as he points at me.

Embarrassment pinches my cheeks and I look down at the floor.

"Yeah right, she barely speaks let alone can be the fastest and smartest person in here." A man says.

"I've always found that it is the quiet ones that pack the punch and they tend to surprise people the most." King T'Challa states as he walks passed me.

He walks with his arms linked behind his back. Murmurs erupted from the class as King T'Challa stood next to the master.

"She is a perfect example of that." He adds.

Everyone looks at me and my cheeks heat up from embarrassment once again.

King T'Challa slowly approaches me and examines my black uniform with blue trimmings. His dark brown eyes meet my (Y/E/C) orbs.

"What is your name?" He asks.

"Maddie (Y/L/N), my King." I say.

"Are you ready for this competition?" He asks.

"Truthfully, it's not the end of the world if I don't win." I say.

"Really?"

"Yeah, the reason why I'm here is because my father said that I have 'the physique and the endurance of a warrior'. He signed me up and told me to at least try. So here I am." I add.

"Here you are, ranking in the top three of one of most elite teams. That's pretty impressive for someone who isn't fully trying.— what else do you want to be besides a warrior?" He asks.