Training: Day 1

"Alright boys. Oh, and Ronald. I hope you remember the events from today, my boy." The king jokes rightafter his entrance in the fight arena.

Ronald resists to roll his eyes at the king, for something his eyeballs could be drawn off even though the king appears to be all flowers and rainbows.

"Yes, your majesty. I quite remember." He answers and faces the trainer, and opposite to him stands his opponent for training; Gerald.

"The basic skill of every fight is your stance. Stronger and wider the stance, the better possibilities for you to win." The trainer gives tips right away. Ronald observes how Gerald is standing in front of him, legs wide on feet, knees bent at an angle and arms upto his shoulder, one elbow bent.

"Is this correct?" He imitates the stance perfectly, appreciation follows and soon the battle starts.

The starting phase was arm power, something which is clearly lacking in the humble alpha elemental as he gets knocked down right away.

"I'm not sure this is a wrestling fight, sir."

"Now now, boy. If someone were to attack you when you are stripped off of your powers, and you have no weaponry on you. How would you keep yourself alive? It ain't like you order the culprit to fight only in martial arts and kung fu." The trainer said which made Ronald's face shrink in embarrassment. Of course.

It was his fault though. As an alpha, he had to learn the basic of the techniques and battle strategies for his country and his own self protection. Although, he always believed in his elemental powers, which kept him safe from everything so he did not ever think of learning the art of a fight.

And now clearly, he was repenting.

"Get up, princess." Gerald mocks him, edging him at his anger scale. He slaps the hand away when no one is noticing and gets up on his own, smacking the dust off from his white cotton clothes.

They stand against each other again, but this time, Ronald feels ready. He could take in the surprise of a blow or a kick, and he feels ready to reciprocate with one too.

So when Gerald swing his hand swiftly directional to his jaw, Ronald tilts back and the punch swings off in the air. The fraction of a second proves advantageous as Ronald delivers an uppercut square below his jaw, the extraordinary alpha powers sporting quite a show as the man flies a good three meters in the air, landing with a thud.

He feels a new pair of eyes staring at him in admiration, and he already knows the surprise guest who just stepped onto the arena, sitting beside her father.

He turns to her, throwing a quick wink her way which makes her flush insanely. But before he knew it, he was pushed onto the ground with Gerald having charged at him like a bull.

"What the—" the trainer blows the whistle on time, halting the fight in an instant.

"See, boy, I know you like to show off, but this is no time for that." The trainer pointed his flaw, but Ronald took no offense.

Well, expect for a slight jaw twitch but he leaves it there and decides to pay full attention to the tricks to be learnt today.

"Sorry, sir."

"It's fine. Just keep some things in mind. I understand that it is your first time battling despite being an alpha." He points out again but this time Ronald glances at his by his shoulder. Yes. He thinks he is a loser too.

That really did tick the elemental off.

His rage was burning, and the trainer's petty thoughts were just the fuel added on hunger to win today.

"He looks ready sir!" Gerald calls out from the other side, knowing very well the mindset shown through his opponent's stance.

"On my count, and this is the final one for today so I hope there will be no distractions. Three! Two! One!" The whistle blows and both alphas charge at each other fiercely. Growls rung through the pillars of the field as they threw hands left and right.

Their minds were under tenuous pressure of controlling their wolves to spring out and claim the attack once and for all.

All kinds of kung fu, taekwondo, wrestling was seen in this visual match and the passerbys either gawked at the two insanely attractive men fighting each other, or had the time of their lives watching two royal alphas fight on the arena after a long, long time. The last time a guard saw an 'event' like this was pretty much two decades ago.

Sporting quite a view, Ronald growled provocatively, snarling but still in his human form as he lunged high up in the air, the adrenaline pumping in his veins and the incredible thirst to satisfy his ego.

Oh, he was no flowers and rainbows either. An alpha had some instinctive traits that could not be neglected by the aloha soul bearer. Ronald was sure the one to have a sensitive ego, this trait similar to many alphas and at this moment, he felt no pride until he won this match.

And just so, it is bound to happen.

Gerald might be big and strong, also trained, but Ronald iss a wise man with experience from his elemental superhero adventures.

The normal alpha runs to him at full speed, but in the nick of time, the elemental ducks down and hoists him up by the waist. Once his body is up in the air, Ronald wastes no time in launching his body with all his might. Gerald's back smashes to the pillar of the arena field, almost crumbling at the force but there was a giant crack in the cement.

The whistle blows.

"Bravo! Quite a show there, wolves!" The trainer cheers, running to help the fallen wolf as Ronald smirks in victory. He tries to be humble but let's all admit, it is what he wanted and it's obviously hard to stay humble when you're the best.

"We will commence tomorrow, same time, same place." The trainer calls off and walks away with the defeated looking, fuming alpha. Ronald chuckles at his face and turns back around to find his princess run towards him.

She was just about to straddle him but reminds herself that her father is right here and they are in public. So she settles with a small peck on the lips and backs away where her hand maidens giggle along with her. He sends a sly wink at her and bites his bottom lip at the way she sets the loose strand of hair against her ear.

He was up for some fun tonight, because she was too.

"Ahem." The king's clearing of throat throws both of the mates from their plethora of thoughts and Ronald shifts his gaze towards the king.

"Yes, father." He acknowledges, wanting the king to speak and not make things awkward.

"You have potential already, son. I mean, Gerald is one of the best fighters amongst my nephews. I appreciate your control, too."

"Thank you, father. I was trying to have a fair match."

"Ah, you've passed the test already." His smile grows, to the point he finds it sickening.

Until realization hits him like a brick.

"This was a...test!?" He exclaims with his eyes as wide as saucers.

The king laughs and pats his shoulder with roughness that Ronald is used to it by now. He then leans in and whispers, "you both can go have your fun now."

Oh god.