Protected by the Beast ✔

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Riley's POV

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I looked from Dennis, my bodyguard to the man in blue kimono and back to Dennis. He looked ridiculous in this attire, mostly because I was used to seeing him in suits. But I would look as ridiculous as him then, since I was also dressed in a similar attire.

His was red, just like Master Kim here who was still explaining the beauty and art of an assasin. Mine was black and I'd been given a tag which I had to always bring to the practice to avoid doing extra running after each class.

Clearing my throat lowly so as not to interrupt the man, I faced him once again. He was short, about four feet ten and he had a thin beard, about five inches long and straight.

"In this training, having absolute control over your body is very important. Your body movement and operations must be intentional and planned, because you're a smart person, and even smarter than the known or unknown enemies. Are you smart, Riley?"

I internally rolled my eyes at the question. Who would admit to not being smart even if they actually weren't?

"Yes sir."

"Master." He corrected swiftly.

BDSM? I almost blurted it out and judging from the dirty look I got from him, I realized I'd spoken my thoughts out loud.

"Focus Riley. I'll be watching you." Dennis grunted behind me.

"My apologies. Yes master." I heaved a sigh. I could make this difficult for myself because I was being really cranky this morning and I could just put my mind into this and do it brilliantly.

He cleared his throat. "Henceforth, you must be an optimal weight. To achieve these, you'll be trained on five out of the several fitness benchmarks a well trained assasin should have...for a beginner, I mean."

I looked towards Dennis, showing him my fears but he nodded. Master Kim had mentioned assasin twice now and it was beginning to make me feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"It's just regular trainings, so you can defend yourself in public." Dennis assured and I took a deep breath, calming my erratic beating heart.

"One, swimming half a mile or more. You need this for when you need to smartly dive underwater to avoid getting captured by the enemies and to swim to a more secluded location. You should also be able to maneuver yourself in water if you're being shot at."

"Okay."

I stood before him, chest still out since the minute I was positioned this way.

"Two, running at top speed for 200 yards or more." He told me with serious eyes.

I gasped. I couldn't run to save my soul.

"It is necessary, for when you are spotted and need to make a smart run to avoid capture."

"Okay. I can't run at all though, I hate running and I'm sure I'd only do that when my life is in danger." I told him quickly so he would know I wasn't Usain Bolt. I was definitely not looking up to the running part.

"You'll get there when the time comes...when something chases you. Three, jumping over obstacles higher than your waist, which is a smart move and very necessary for when you need to climb buildings or hurdle some other kind of obstacles while being chased.

"Okay." I nodded.

I was now sure I was being trained to become an assasin or something very close to it. And I was looking up to doing all these cool things like jumping buildings, wearing the assasin attires with a black wig and black shades, looking all badass. All as long as I didn't get to kill anyone or go out there endangering my life. The memories of the deaths of Dan and the pregnant woman still hunted me till this day. Even the faceless man that'd been sitting before me, who got a bullet pierced through his skull!