Chapter 15

Peter was very snuggled in his sleep, enjoying the comforting comforters that towered over his body.

Finally, he opened his eyes, feeling a big beat as if everything was going to be fine.

Except it was not.

He looked at the door, seeing someone in a blue suit that ultimately stopped at the legs, which was decorated with fussy medals.

Commander Just, who he didn't know yet—but was about to.

He suspected that it was possibly Micah getting ready for training, although he wasn't there.

Plus, Asiris woke him up—but, it could've been a mistake though.

No.

Immediately, he declared, "It's time for your training, please dress up to get ready."

"Isn't a butler supposed to be doing that?"

"Yes—for less important reasons."

"Ok," he muttered, reaching out of the bed grudgingly. Commander Just took no heart to it, quickly closing the door.

Soon enough, he was in the next room, putting on a certain robe that was tied with rope, and was covered over with a black-gray comforter.

"Hopefully you like it," she said, almost exactly the same as Micah—which Peter didn't know.

"I do." When she was done, she smiled, staring sharply as the prince left the room. Commander Just was by the door, in which without further ado, he went. "Wait—hold up!" he said, running languidly behind him, which he still felt low on energy.

"You must hurry up my friend," he said with an offending smile, which was intentional.

"Yeah, I got that," Peter responded frustratingly. "And why in such a rush though?"

"Because, we cannot keep the class waiting."

"So, I'm coming fashionably late."

"You can say it in that way."

They came across the elevator room, which now had a shade of blue, unlike the last two. They entered, which Just continued to stay quiet, which didn't annoy Peter in the slightest.

They finally went to the place, meeting up with the training for Micah.

They opened the door, as Micah eventually turned around.

Delighted, he communicated, "Hi Peter!"

In return, his effect was a quick smack to the back—immediately disrupting his wave. Peter found that pleasing comically-wise, but he passed through the training which far ahead was a far more bigger training center.

It was also a lot more full which wasn't a problem to Micah, being that he was in an orphanage a month ago.

As he reached three feet away from the base that was about twenty feet wide, he suddenly felt Commander Just's hand suddenly disappear from his back.

"Huh?" he muttered, starting to question himself. He presumed it to be weird but took no thought to it.

But looking ahead, was a person—a woman in fact.

She had cut hair which was shaved on one side, and the other covering her eye.

She also had a black one-z on, which was shining as if it was polished.

"Over here," she ordered, quickly whipping her hand to the base.

Peter—without question—immediately made up the three feet that were stationed before.

He found everyone else to be new—except some people. He saw the red-haired girl, who he talked to in the playground.

He also saw the man which he revolted, who also revolted him—which he was currently glaring at him.

"Xavier!" the teacher quickly announced, causing him to turn his attention. Peter sighed a breath of relief in which he finally went into the base.

After he finally stood his foot there, the teacher finally introduced himself. "I am Master Caville, and I am your trainer today," she said, closely staring at Peter, scaring him a bit.

"You will be training hard here, but I better not hear any complaints.

I do have permission to punish you, and it won't be good." Peter could tell she had an accent, which seemed to increase the certain toughness in her voice; though he couldn't tell what it was.

"Now, you can be like me," she said. "Which is good—but when it comes to fighting your enemy, your mind cannot be troubled."

She finally discerned the trembling legs of the students, which she sat them down. They rejoiced, but were quickly shut due to her sudden booming voice.

"Now, we will not review any fighting techniques for a couple of weeks. But this week, you will practice calming your mind."

The silence was almost disturbing, which she liked unlike Peter.

"Now, put your legs in criss-cross applesauce," she said, doing the same.

Everyone followed her order, putting their legs in their settings, which some seemed to struggle with.

"Then, close your eyes and think of something that troubles you."

Peter followed, but he posthastely got sudden shots of the muzzle facing still towards his face, suddenly spurting out a cry.

He noticed and quickly opened his eyes, which he saw the eyes of some—thankfully—staring at him curiously.

Also, including the teacher—who gave a smile of her success.

"Yes, it will hurt, but it is to challenge all your fears and defeat them. It's a way to overcome fear."

Peter felt a bit refreshed after that, giving him some courage to try again.

He did so, but the pain was so blunt that he actually felt irritation in his stomach.

He felt tears building up in his eyes, which he tried to hold back to not show his patheticness.

He almost focused more on the tears than the memories which was intentional.

"Now, focus on the good times, the peaceful times," the teacher finally legislated.

He quickly switched to the good times with his friend, now brother, Micah.

The times on the swings, the times they laughed and had conversations.

If they never met, this would've never come.

But they were meant to be brothers, staying by each other, fighting for each other.

Being there for each other.

The feeling was so powerful that his smile was not even natural.

He felt happiness, more happiness than he could even force, even think, nor even try to ruminate.

He was for once, proud.

He was—for once—happy with himself.

He remembered all the adventures that he and Micah had together, from first meeting to now.

They weren't brothers.

They were close brothers, closer than ever before.

Peter meditated on those things, smiling to where his cheeks ached.

"Next, open your eyes," the teacher finally ordered, which Peter gladly did.

He opened his eyes and smiled, feeling a certain blankness in his mind.

A certain blankness that gave a certain peace to his mind.

"If you feel a blankness in your mind, that means you have achieved peace in your mind. But it isn't that easy, so let's start again."