Spy Mage System

Chapter 11: Tiphe Session

I was in my room-which was now guarded with a turret that clipped onto the window-thinking about what just happened.

An assassin, to kill me?

Me?

It’s not like I’m some experienced agent that many fear of who I am, and what powers I can rain on them. I’m new-new! I just got here two days ago, learning only the littlest thing about combat. I don’t even have any wand powers!

And they want to kill me?

What am I of any importance?

Maybe it’s my perk, what I’m able to hold inside of my DNA. But I don’t even know how to activate it when I want to.

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I felt like letting tears out and allowing them to soak my bed, but no tears were even brave enough to slip out of my watery pupils. But soon the classes were going to start, so I needed to get ready and try to brush off the fear that was settling in my heart.

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As I was walking to the following class, I saw somebody stroll towards me with his sister. The two of them had grins that were glamoured by their white teeth, and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to grin.

“Hello, you OK?” Tisiah inquired. I nodded, but Nikki didn’t appear to be persuaded.

We strolled within the lift, going down to the actual classroom. Fun truth, the actual classroom is right outside. That’s right, we were preparing to wand-fight outside.

The teacher was a seriously terrifying one, with dark hair that became pink at the closures of the hair, and the hair was short to kid length. She wore those dark onesies that the young lady agents wore. I could hardly comprehend how awkward it felt wearing those things, or perhaps it didn’t-dislike I’ll at any point be aware.

Her name was Master Tiphe, and she was a harsh teacher, especially on the weaker kids, so I always felt I was going to get targeted by her a lot.

“Hello, students,” she said. “You guys seemed a little flushed don’t you say? How about you guys give about a hundred pushups just to get the energy going.”

Everybody moaned, with the exception of me who was excessively frightened to try and talk.

“Gracious, so presently you all think you need rest. Is pixie dust a lot for you all to deal with?” she asked, with an exceptionally wide sneer all over that main possessed a scent like terrible news. “I think you all need 100 more don’t you say?”

Everybody even moaned all the more but this time they got to the ground, resting their hands and setting tension against them, moving themselves vertical. My arms and legs weren’t precisely prepared to begin working out, but I ain’t attempting to get designated here.

I tried my best to seem as strong as I could, but the sweat was giving it away, so I tried to wipe it-but my stability decided to fail.

She started walking near me and I made an honest effort to do the best that I can with it, but it was struggling. Obviously my best isn’t sufficient.

This is awful, terrible, terrible. Terrible.

As she came towards me, she halted and looked hard and long at me, or possibly I figure she did. It’s kind of difficult to turn your head when your body is going all over in a level movement.

“You’re that one youngster that was going to get killed right?” Master Tiphe inquired. I would reply but I felt like she definitely knew the response. Then, at that point, she added, “I don’t know why.”

Then, at that point, Malachi and his young men, and soon different students started to chuckle as though some kind of social occasion of giggling was being tossed against me.

“Hello, quiet it!” she spoke harshly to Malachi. I want to charge him and rake him over the coals, with the exception of I was not in the best spot to charge at him and rake him over the coals. He was as far as possible at the opposite side.

Eventually we reached two hundred push-ups, and the students groaned in pain. Master Tiphe looked at us pathetically, then she returned back to her own area. “Alright, now today we are going to learn how to handle two guys if you’re wand-fighting. And it may seem like the same thing, but it’s harder, much harder,” she said.

Everyone seemed to be invested with interest, as she spawned some sort of yellow, virtual enemy to come at her.

It held a wand and it rose up, getting ready to swing for a finishing strike, but being the person that she was-she immediately flipped it only using her wand.

“Now, watch me fend off against two of these guys alright?” she said. Two guys spawned right beside her on both ends.

As she fought I noticed something she did, and I mean it’s not a bad idea. She uses the enemies’ wands against each other almost, barely trying to fight both of them.

They end up taking each other out, or they’re too dazed to actually defend themselves from her quick attacks.

This seems like something September could do, and probably would do.

“If you try to fight both of them at the same time, it doesn’t really help-because you have to defend your body from two things, and you’ll end up being defeated. But use their tricks against their peers, same thing with three or four-or even ten,” she said.

She began to slowly walk back and forth, looking at every student’s face that were quite struck with awe and impressment.

She spoke, “Until the end of this current week, you’ll work on fighting the two foes before we continue on. I’ll show you various moves consistently before we step through our examination toward the week’s end. In the event that you pass, you’ll have a superior possibility being picked for a mission. Regardless of whether you failed your first test.”

I felt my heart ascend into my throat, feeling a breeze of shock smack my face.

On the off chance that you failed your first test-you were never going to be on a mission.

How am I going to resemble my uncle, saving the world and assisting the residents with battling off against the TSA, not to mention the association of the MSTO, in the event that I’m staying here for a really long time simply attempting to follow through with something? I have a Perk for the love of all that is pure and holy!

I ought to be out there more than anybody.

But this test is my opportunity, I can’t fail it, I can’t.

Then out of nowhere, a blueprint of the ground uncovered itself to us, and afterward it brought down the field descending as though we were going into an underground room, despite the fact that we were.

When we landed, we saw the field change once more and close the opening shut. I have no clue about what on earth simply occurred.

“Now, we will have groups of two, fighting off against the virtual foes,” Master Tiphe said.

Abruptly, virtual glasses shot down from the roof. “Get those glasses and placed them on. You’ll be given your wand, besides there are no powers in them – on the grounds that that would nullify the point of this example,” she said.

She strolled into the center of the room and looked left and right.

“Everybody at the right of me will be in Group A, you folks will be on ground, attempting to penetrate the base OK,” she said. “Ensure they don’t see you, since that is the most effective way to finish a mission.”

Then she glanced over to one side, where Malachi and his mates, as well as others were at. Just to let you know there were twenty complete individuals in this class, so we were no doubt going to part by ten.

“You folks are Group B, you all will be utilized as fortifications on the off chance that every one of them get out. On the off chance that the two groups are crushed, you folks lose. But in the event that you figure out how to kill everyone in the base, or figure out how to obliterate the bomb inside their mysterious control room – you win, now put them on.”

We did and when I did, I felt as though the universe I wasn’t simply in was vanishing, and I was getting sucked into another world.