Born A Soldier (Reader X Herobrine)

Chapter Six

If someone wants to animate my animation series for me.. that would be great. XD

Also, for those who expect this to be the typical xReader book, please don't get your hopes up when I completely destroy all of your assumptions. I am afraid I just don't like writing the same story formats everyone else already has written. So sorry to you in the future if you were expecting something different than what will eventually come about... Especially you, TwilightSpake.
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     A long and tiring week of nothing but the same repeated drills and exercises passes by like a bullet... For you at least. You can be sure that if someone on your team has a diary of some sort, that you would be the villain in it. You have been nothing but hard on them, which makes sense since they are some of the laziest, overweight, jumpy, untrained soldiers you have ever seen before.. With Sandrah as an acception. But she annoys you more than anyone else ever has -- not to mention her being a traitor and all -- and so she fittingly is treated the same way the others are.

     You can tell the monsters have names, since you hear them talking to one another, using them. However, you don't use them, for two BIG reasons. One, they are monsters! Though not as stupid as you had originally seen them, they still know next to nothing about how to do anything! And two, you refuse to get attached to anyone here; and knowing and using their names would only be a failure on your part. Your only job was to train. Not to actually care or anything. Besides, your mind is too fixated on finding a way to escape without angering Herobrine. So far, your only ideas have had to do with either making a clone of yourself -- not possible -- or killing the very immortal who brought you here in the first place. Speaking of which. LIVING UPDATE. You thought you'd have a proper room by now, especially since there are so many?. NOPE! You still have to sleep in an old, damp cell! What fun!

     "I.. I think I am going.. to pass out." The fat zombie pleads as he drags behind everyone else, except the enderman, who has such long legs that you make her run twice as many laps as everyone else. You run with them too.. Just so you can keep up shape as well. You groan and raise your arm for everyone to stop. The enderwoman catches up with you all and collapses on top of the bundle of tired trainees. Everyone, even you a little bit, pants in this moment of rest. You look at the one who keeps calling all these breaks. Still as chubby as ever. You wonder if he will ever be able to work all that off.

     "Ugh! And for a moment I thought you all were getting better at running track." You groan, impatiently standing in front of the bunch.

     "Oh come on, (Y/n)! Just teach us how to fight already! Yeah, you have taught us some stuff, but!-" You interrupt Sandrah's quarrel with a raised hand.

     "Ah!. I know. But the first thing you must do before learning how to fight is training and conditioning your body for the strain it can cause. Fighting takes a lot more effort than you think, so it is best for you guys to first exercise as much as possible, first." You say, making everyone in the group collapse with a groan. You look at them tiredly. At this rate, they will never catch up with the other teams [which you see training in the background] much less win at anything! "..Hhhh, fine! May as well teach you all something!" You grunt. Everyone's heads lift as their eyes fixate on you. You look away quickly as the enderwoman tries to make eye contact, knowing better than to look into an enderman's eyes. "Come on." You instruct.

     The tired group of misfit monsters follow you to a weapon wrack as you look at the weapons provided. Again, you see everything from giant hammers as big as you, to tiny throwing knives you could probably hide in your sleeves. Hhmmmm..

     "Everyone. Grab the weapon you think matches well with your physical abilities." You command. Slowly, everyone except Sandrah walks up. Sandrah already has an entire arsenal of weapons with her, which she usually wraps up in her cloak. The three identical pigmen walk up first. 'Since they are simple pigmen, surely they will all go for the golden swords.' You think. But instead, one grabs a dark, charcoal grey bow and a few obsidian arrows; another grabs two daggers, one for each hand; and the third grabs an iron sythe. It seems a little odd for you.

     Next up, the two skeletons inch closer, each taking their time to look at the weapons. It shouldn't be that hard to spot the bows. They are pretty much right in front of them! The slightly taller of the two finally sets his eyes on the collection of tiny throwing knives, grabbing every single one there, which is about thirty in all, and just shoves them into his rib-cage with no better place to store them. The other one does the understandable thing, however, and grabs one of those fancy bows. Finally, someone with a sense of reason! You watch as the overweight zombie runs over once it's eyes set on something, and he grabs a long, thin, and pointy iron sword. Playfully, he swings the thing around clumsily, almost hitting the enderwoman who is slowly walking up to the wrack. She can't seem to decide between two similar stone swords, and resorts to doing 'eenie-menie-miney-mo' quietly to herself. When her pointing hand finally lands on the slightly longer but thinner one, she grabs it off the wrack and you finally sigh when the tedious waiting is over.

     "Okay, are those the weapons you really want?" You ask the group, an unsure look on your face as you eye the odd combination of creatures and weaponry. Most nod confidently while a couple unsureingly glance back to see if any others would catch their eye. In the end, everyone agrees with themselves about their weapon being the right one for them.

     The rest of the day crawls by painfully, but at least there is some joy in the end when you see that your team has managed to learn at least the absolute basics of fighting with their chosen weapons. Thanks partially to the help of Sandrah, who was kind enough to help give tips to the ones you left in order to help someone else; she especially gave a lot of tips that had to do with bows and arrows.

     You just dismissed everyone and they are all packing up their new weapons, which they can keep as long as they bring them back, when a wither skeleton general walks up, addressing you all.
     "Some intriguing news from Herobrine is that the date for the tournament has been bumped up to take place in just a couple weeks. We hope you are nearly ready, as several of the tasks to be completed will be taking place in high-risk areas." And with that, the wither skeleton turns and walks off, leaving you to be further dumbfounded. Everyone else in the group gasps in fright. No way will they be ready when the tournament begins!

     The tournament? Well.. it was something you had been told, but threw over your shoulder when you heard it would all be taking place in five to six months. However now, you wish you had asked more, or any, questions about the event. All you know is that it will play out as a competitive relay-race type of game between all the teams, their group leaders included. The tournament was designed to test everything needed in a good soldier. It is supposed to be really hard, with several reported casualties under it's belt. Apparently, the team in last place is also punished greatly, however no one really knows how badly; that is all left up to Herobrine himself, who stays as nothing but a simple spectator of the game the whole time. Your head spins as you try to remember all the challenges listed, only able to remember that there was going to be some sort of hunt for something.

     "Gghhaaa! I knew it! I am doomed! I'll never be able to work for Herobrine, all because of you!!" Sandrah vents, pointing a raging hand at you. You stumble back almost, with her sudden outburst.

     "Me?! Wh-"

     "If you simply cared at least a tiny bit about your team, I am sure we would have a chance! But nOoOoo, you just had to be so selfish! Who do you even think you are?! S- some kind of high ranking officer, because you sure aren't here!?!" Sandrah interrupted. She did have a point, however, she didn't understand in the slightest what was going on in your world. You weren't going to rage back about how hard you likely had it, compared to her. Deciding to be the mature adult here, you cool yourself down and respond calmly, but sternly.

     "Sandrah, I was not the one to ask for this position, but it still looks like the ruler of the Nether" - refusing to say his name again - "trusted me with it anyways. Looking at the role you have been given, it looks like you aren't exactly the one to be shouting at me.. So, I am going to tell you once, and only once: stop with the disrespectful behavior, and mature already." You say, the entire time in that frighteningly chill tone. That makes Sandrah fall silent immediately, holding her tongue like a kindergartener. The faintest smile rises on your lips. Ah.. sweet sweet revenge.

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Yeet! Sorry for the slow updates! I just have been busy with school and stuff and other stories and stuff and further planning out other universes and stuff, and drawing alien species with all de facts and stuff... and stuff. :>

...Also... HOW DOES THIS BOOK ALREADY HAVE OVER 200 READS?! Incredible, guys! :D