[The Unusual Predator] 2 – The Weapon’s Master

"That is the Code we must follow, any questions?" Our teacher asked.

"No? Then follow me, it is time you meet your Weapon's Master and trainer who will be looking after your group for the next five years," She informed us, stepping away from the table before walking towards the door.

Quickly getting up, we all followed behind her out of the room.

I had no doubt in my mind that she wouldn't stop for any of us, and I'd rather not get left behind if she was leading us to someone who would be teaching us something related to Weapons.

Whether I liked it or not, it was crucial I learned how to fight, and if this 'Weapon's Master' set me on the path, then I needed to meet them.

Our teacher led us through the labyrinthian halls, and at the pace she was moving, if none of us were keeping up, we would have gotten lost.

Soon enough we entered a large open room, to my surprise, the ground was made of dirt, and not the same metallic material that they made the rest of the structure.

Not only that but there were various facilities around the large open room.

A range, a sparring arena, and what looked to be a massive workshop of some kind.

Standing at the center of the room was a massive specimen of a Yautja.

Standing at nearly eight feet in height and covered in both muscles and scars, was the Yautja who I could only assume was our Weapon's Master.

He was wearing nothing but a loin cloth, leaving little to the imagination.

I'm afraid if the loincloth didn't go down to his knees, we may have seen a certain organ swinging around.

Although I am the kind of person who likes both genders, does not mean I find the Yautja currently appealing. To me, they still look like monsters, and even though I am Yautja now, I still prefer more...human-like partners.

Scrubbing that thought out of my mind to prevent myself from imagining things I currently did not want to see, I focused on the other things that adorned the Yautja Male.

On the yautja's forearm, were two black devices, I knew that they were wristblades the most basic of weapons every Yautja had to learn to use. It was one of their iconic weapons, being featured in almost every piece of media I could think that involved them.

Without a word, our Teacher left the room, leaving all of us standing in front of the Weapon's Master.

"Listen up whelps, I am Ehta, and I will be your Weapon's Master. It is my duty to teach and prepare you for the trials ahead. I will be teaching you how to survive, fight, and hunt. I will also be teaching you all the basics of trapping, maintaining your equipment, and making anything you might need while on a hunt."

"Every day, you will come here, the only rest you are allowed is that of sleep and the mornings when your Teacher will be teaching you more technical skills, history, and our way of life, my course is more practical than technical, so if you wish to learn more than I suggest you attend those morning classes. Otherwise, you are free to relax in your quarters until it comes time to train here in the Training room," The Weapons Master told us, looking over each of us for a brief moment.

I could already tell most if not all of my peers would refuse to attend the lessons our other Teacher offered after the first week ends and we are no longer required to attend, but I would. Whatever she could teach would give me an advantage over my peers and would surely be helpful in the future, especially if she could teach me more about Yautja technology.

The Weapon's Master then went on to test our physical abilities, forcing us to do a lot of various exercises that sent most of us down to the ground afterward, too sore and exhausted to move.

Our current strength was similar to that of a human child,  though that would change, as adult Yautja had vastly greater strength than that of humans, allowing an adult Yautja to be capable of ripping a man in half, punching through a thick tree, and lift hundreds of pounds without much effort.

Hardly even an hour passed before all of us collapsed on the ground.

"Pathetic! Get your asses up! Time to get some food in you! After you eat, we will be going again! Anyone that can't keep up will not get to eat tomorrow, understood?!" The Weapon's Master yelled out.

Some of the other younglings seemed to become fed up and attacked the Weapons Master, only to be beaten into submission. One of which was left on the brink of death. After tapping something on his wrist gauntlet, an unknown female Yautja entered a minute later and dragged the unconscious boy out of the room.

From there, I stumbled onto my feet and with great difficulty began following behind the Weapons Master as he walked out of the room.

I figured it would have gone something like this, I knew for a fact that younglings were known to be very aggressive and take the slightest of offenses. which was shown after those other younglings attacked the Weapons Master after how he treated us.

I simply took a long breath and calmed myself down. I was still affected by my sensitive emotions, and I'd rather not get beaten down to the ground or even killed because I did not like the Weapon Master's methods.

The Weapon Master led us to some kind of small canteen, where we served slop on a plate.

Some kind of mushy gray food that tasted awful to my taste buds, yet another con of being Unblooded, we do not get served decent food, seeing as most of us, are likely to die.

However, this also meant I had even more reasons to become Blooded as fast as possible.

Not only would I gain some recognition and some autonomy, but I'd also get my own personal quarters, better food, and a certain amount of freedom.

However I had other ideas, some of which could only be labeled as 'Dreams' with how hard they would be to achieve, but that's for later, but now? I must eat, rest, and train.

When I finished eating, I prepared myself for what came next.

Not even ten minutes passed since we entered the canteen, before the Weapons Master came back and had us leave, of course, more of my fellow younglings became angry and challenged the Weapons Master again, only to be put in their place, however, this time none ended up beaten too bad, like earlier.

Leading us back to the training room, he began having us exercise once again.

I figure he will be conditioning us for a couple of weeks until we become accustomed to exhaustion. I also think he wanted to beat the more aggressive of us into submission so that they would not be a problem later on, just one problem with that, in my opinion. You see, if they are smart enough, they'd learn to be quiet or learn to follow all of the Weapon Master's orders, but they would probably still remain somewhat aggressive unless the Weapon Master also teaches them that they can't run head first towards all of their problems or enemies.

With a sigh, I began doing the exercise, pushing my limits until I physically was not able to continue anymore.

"You may stop! Follow me, I will show you all to your quarters, and from there you will sleep. In the morning you will attend your class with your Caretaker, and after that, you will come here for training."

Without much else, he led us to our quarters where we passed out from exhaustion.