The ANBU Branch had been training for a while now, each day new recruits had been processing threw the doors and into the halls that they would have to learn to call home. It was a hard task to get this far and inside the branch they still had a lot more improvements to go before their practice would be completed. It was clear that even now the drill instructors and personal trainers still wanted to push them harder, make them go further and expand their abilities there was no rest for the wicked in this situation and it was only going to get harder now they had made it inside these training halls.
“Group A move to the mess hall you have thirty minutes before training begins once more, group b you are to hit the climbing walls and apparatus. I want you to make sure that you are all keeping up to the time that we have set. Group C you are in the combat mat, get a move on I want to see people working as soon as possible on this one. We are not here to doodle around and I do not expect any of you to fall behind. If you fall behind you are left behind it is as simple as that in these situations am I clear?”
It seemed that the hall echoed with the chorus of replies in that split second with everyone explaining what was happening at that time. It seemed that the progression of the time had been going well, and the quick turnaround for the training was in the last stages of being perfected it was all about making sure that everyone got trained to the high standard that was expected while bolstering the ranks that would be needed to complete missions when it was requested. It was all due to the new orders that no rest would be allowed until they had managed to find Umashi.
As the drills continued and the hard work progressed at the standard rate it seemed that everyone was trying to improve on their skills. Work on their training and become prepared for the final trial that awaited each one of them. With the orders being passed down that no-one could sleep this means that the training program which would have normally allowed sleep but in this situation, there was no sleep for the weak and with the ANBU it seemed that under the new orders this was becoming a survival of the fittest.
With quick cry one of the seven drill instructions watched a man fall onto the floor, the crack of bones and blood splatters sealed the damage had been done as he tried to ask for help in between coughing what would be a punctured lung. As the Drill sergeant walked over his weapon becoming drawn as he looked at the man shaking his head in disappointment at the actions that had been taken as well as the failure of another student, it seemed that they were dropping quicker than they could keep up with a quarter falling under the blades or by another member killing them. This training was truly the most exhausting thing that anyone had been putting threw.
“Failure is not an option inside of this branch, we both know full well that you are here to achieve what needs to be done, no matter what the cost is”
I know full well that each of you want to become part of the branch, but right now this is what failure got them, the blade coming down as it cut through the man’s throat ending his life in a gargle of pleading failure.
[TWC: 615]
“Group A move to the mess hall you have thirty minutes before training begins once more, group b you are to hit the climbing walls and apparatus. I want you to make sure that you are all keeping up to the time that we have set. Group C you are in the combat mat, get a move on I want to see people working as soon as possible on this one. We are not here to doodle around and I do not expect any of you to fall behind. If you fall behind you are left behind it is as simple as that in these situations am I clear?”
It seemed that the hall echoed with the chorus of replies in that split second with everyone explaining what was happening at that time. It seemed that the progression of the time had been going well, and the quick turnaround for the training was in the last stages of being perfected it was all about making sure that everyone got trained to the high standard that was expected while bolstering the ranks that would be needed to complete missions when it was requested. It was all due to the new orders that no rest would be allowed until they had managed to find Umashi.
As the drills continued and the hard work progressed at the standard rate it seemed that everyone was trying to improve on their skills. Work on their training and become prepared for the final trial that awaited each one of them. With the orders being passed down that no-one could sleep this means that the training program which would have normally allowed sleep but in this situation, there was no sleep for the weak and with the ANBU it seemed that under the new orders this was becoming a survival of the fittest.
With quick cry one of the seven drill instructions watched a man fall onto the floor, the crack of bones and blood splatters sealed the damage had been done as he tried to ask for help in between coughing what would be a punctured lung. As the Drill sergeant walked over his weapon becoming drawn as he looked at the man shaking his head in disappointment at the actions that had been taken as well as the failure of another student, it seemed that they were dropping quicker than they could keep up with a quarter falling under the blades or by another member killing them. This training was truly the most exhausting thing that anyone had been putting threw.
“Failure is not an option inside of this branch, we both know full well that you are here to achieve what needs to be done, no matter what the cost is”
I know full well that each of you want to become part of the branch, but right now this is what failure got them, the blade coming down as it cut through the man’s throat ending his life in a gargle of pleading failure.
[TWC: 615]