First Day of Training

"I can't believe I'm late for training on my first day." Charles sighed as he looked up at the sky, it was a clear sky on a normal afternoon when the sun was shining brightly, threatening to burn his pale skin to ashes, but his body had gained resistance to heat now so it was all good for him.

He was sitting om the ground, his training shorts smeared with sand from the training ground, he had ran extra laps round the wide training ground that was huge enough to contain thousands of people for the affinity evaluation.

A burly man dressed in a uniform, like a soldier walked up to Charles as he was sitting down viewing the clear sky, huffing and puffing.

"Young master..." The man sat down on the ground next to Charles, his body odour made Charles's face twist into that of frustration.

'here he comes again. I can bare the odour of people like Jennette and Alex as they have close to non existent body odour, but people like the guy piss me off.' Charles thought to himself as he closed his eyes, praying that the man doesn't come too close.

"What is it McGregor?" Charles responded Non chalantly to the man.

"Is the training too tough on you? You seem to get easily exhausted." The man added, his voice was filled with sincere worry, it didn't fit his looks as someone with an eye patch and scars of battle on his face.

"And whose fault is that? If you can't see it, I'm trying my best to run the laps that I missed and add extra five laps on it." Charles said in an annoyed tone. He knew he was wrong but he didn't want to admit it, he hated losing in an argument.

"But it's standard punishment, I can't treat you better just bec-"

"You can't treat me better just because I'm a Flameworth but you can give me, a three year old child a training schedule that you give to five year olds? And you did that because I'm a Flameworth too." Charles said as he turned to look directly into the McGregor's eyes.

McGregor's eyes widened. He was shocked.

'is he really a child?' he thought to himself as he smiled a warm smile like that of a father watching his child take his first steps.

"Young master... Do you know why the Flameworth's, being mages train our body physically? We train like knights and work hard to build our body, do you know why?" McGregor asked as he turned to look at the sun, it was blazing hot, the type of sun that enhancea the power of an above Eight Circle flame mage.

'i've always wanted to asked that question, why do mages like them, people who don't use their body, train their body? Maybe this man has something else to him apart from his body odour after all, it's like he read my mind.' Charles thought as he looked at McGregor with expectant eyes, waiting to hear what he'd say.

"It's because of the nature of the flame magic. It is very powerful yes. A strength that can burn everything, explode mountains." McGregor said earnestly.

He pointed to his chest with his index finger.

"But in as much as it can do all these things. It can also destroy you. In worst cases, it burns the individual from the inside. A double edged sword, a power so strong that the mana of flames you store in your body can burn everything in your body if your body is improperly trained. That's why we work hard to train our body to be able to properly contain our flames." He said slowly as he shook his head with a sigh.

'that... Makes sense. I can totally picture someone burning their own guys and self with flames. Makes me wonder how Alex teleports by burning his entire body, Eight classes really are something. I have a lot of things to tell Marcelle is I meet her again.' Charles chuckled with his eyes closed, leaving McGregor in shock.

He was surprised, that wasn't the reaction he had expected from the young master. He expected him to whine and cry like Young master James had done during his time, but Charles was chuckling.

"What's funny?" McGregor asked, he was asking honestly, wanting to know what made Charles so happy.

"I'm just thinking about how I'm gonna explain all my experiences to my wife in the future." Charles said, his voice oozing with indifference, he didn't care if McGregor had misinterpreted it what he said.

'Flameworths-' McGregor shook his head slowly from side to side with a small curl up his lips.

"Now, you know why you must go through this hard training and bare with it Young Master! To grow stronger! To be able to wield the flames properly!! You must train your body to withstand it!!" McGregor stood up from the ground quickly and started speaking like a motivational speaker. Making Charles to laugh out loud.

"Alright, alright. I'm not gonna complain or give you a hard time. I never complained actually." Charles held the hand that McGregor outstretched to enable him stand up.

"I like it this way myself." Charles said with a mischievous wide smile on his face.

He cleaned the grains of sand glued on the butt side of his shorts and stood properly.

"So what's the plan? I never heard about our training schedule because I came late." Charles asked McGregor as he followed him to where the other trainees were training, walking side by side with him as he asked to know what to plan for.

"The plan... For the five years is to increase the sturdiness of your bodies, and give you youngins the knowledge of magic for smooth creation of your first circles. So think basic training and learning, over and over again. I believe in training the mind and the body at the same time. It's the most efficient form of training." McGregor said.

'he reminds me of my pe teacher back in highschool. Such a gym rat.' Charles thought to himself as he sighed. He looked around to see children two years older than his young body. They were the new batch of trainees, Charles smirked.

'The Cliché third rate villain would approach me right about now?'

"Hey!" A kid barked. Pointing his fingers at Charles.

"Bingo! According to plan!" Charles said as he laughed maniacally and clapped his hands, ready to start his mediocre life in the Flameworth household as an underdog.

END OF CHAPTER