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Chapter 22 - 3 DAYS AND 3 NIGHTS I

The next day Dioha woke very early. The room he was given was a very modest room. No furniture, no chairs, just a bed and an electric lamp hanging from the roof of the room. This was a room in the mountain so the floor and walls were as hard and rough as could be. There was a bathroom and toilet in a separate room within the room. It was pretty decent and clean. Dioha had a quick bath and proceeded out of the room towards an area that looked like it was the dining hall. The atmosphere was charged, lively, even infectious as the cadets moved about with boisterous enthusiasm. Many considered him a new recruit considering how young he looked. Some already had mischief written all over their faces as they regarded him.

Majority of the Council's elite force were made of Enforcers but there were other tribes also represented. These were young men and women at their prime, who had no lives outside these walls, dedicated to serving the Council. Swift and efficient killers, even better soldiers, seniority and hierarchy was not based on age but on merit. Hard work and obedience was the motto of this group. They were trained on magic, hand combat, weaponry, and psychic battles. All of them ranging from the ages of 10 to 45 were exceptionally good and skilled. With no specific directives coming from the council concerning Dioha, he was just considered by all to be a new recruit. He got his breakfast after standing in line with others. A boy not older than 17 years tried starting a conversation with him on the line, he just ignored the boy. He wasn't going to be here that long so it made no sense forming any kind of friendship with someone he probably won't be seeing ever again. The persistent boy followed him to the corner he went to eat his meal, yapping about so many things, many of which Dioha didn't even understand. Fortunately, the boy didn't ask any questions, he seemed to be used to holding conversations alone. At some point during Dioha's meal an instructor called the boy over and led him out of the dining hall, leaving his unfinished meal right next to Dioha.

Out on the training ground, Dioha was isolated in an area cordoned off by tapes to work alone. His training area was littered with weights, dumbbells, of different sizes in what appeared to be their gym. There was no real demarcation between the gym and the training ground save for the tapes, so Dioha could see what was happening over at the training ground just as much as they could see him. Every now and then, he'd stop with his weightlifting to look at the trainees sparring with one another on the other side. After 2 hours of weightlifting and several exercises, Dioha got pretty bored. He wished to spar with someone so he signaled to one of the instructors closest to him and asked to join the others. The instructor allowed him to crossover to the training area after getting approval from someone higher up. A small boy with basically the same build as Dioha stepped forward. He had bandages round his fists, knees and feet. The frail looking boy took a kickboxing stance and beckoned to Dioha to attack first.

"YOU SHOULD PROBABLY GET A STAFF." The boy said with a smile.

Dioha felt slighted by the boy's comment. He knew he had just his speed to rely on but the boy didn't know that. He had the element of surprise and with proper timing and use he should be able to beat this overconfident oaf. Dioha opened his palms, raised them up and turned them towards the boy. A frown flirted briefly across the boy's features. Dioha dashed towards him at slightly sluggish pace purposely giving the impression he was moving as fast as he could. Dioha swung a slap which the boy easily evaded, getting in behind Dioha. The boy threw a jab at the back of Dioha's head. Dioha swung his left elbow backwards parrying the boy's jab and turning to face the boy in the same motion. He gave the boy two hot slaps with both hands and moved backwards. Dioha had observed them while they sparred and knew the rules of the training. Once a strike landed on any region around the head and neck of a person, the opponent was considered the winner. In a battle, the head and neck were the most critical parts that needed utmost protection. The instructor blew his whistle signaling that Dioha won that round. The red-faced boy, unable to understand how Dioha had gotten two strikes in, trudged off humiliated. Many of the other trainees who had stopped to watch the fight were amazed at how quick and easy the new kid had eliminated a colleague who had spent up to three months in the academy. Someone stepped up to Dioha, his fists and arms up in front of him in a boxing block. Dioha got down in a squat, determined to keep himself as low to the ground as possible. Many of the senior cadets frowned at Dioha's tactics. Keeping himself so low put him at a disadvantage giving his opponent the higher ground. They were curious to see what trick he had up his sleeves against one of the best defense cadets. The boy Dioha was up against was nicknamed The Shield for this reason.

The boy stepped towards Dioha as Dioha scurried about on the floor. Whenever the boy approached Dioha, Dioha would move away. The boy was constantly adjusting his block, taking it down or parting his arms briefly to see where Dioha was. On one of such adjustments he parted his arms only to see Dioha dashing in with his palm wielded as a sword. He quickly closed his block as Dioha's hand thrust through. His block holds Dioha's hand firm in place, Dioha could neither pull out nor push through completely. But Dioha didn't need to as the instructor blows his whistle. Looking at the scene, it seemed the boy had Dioha when actually the fight was over as the tip of Dioha's finger was touching the boy's forehead. Had Dioha's palm been a weapon, then surely Dioha would have landed a critical hit. A giant of a boy immediately stepped in front of Dioha, ready to start punching.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

Everyone turned towards the direction of the command. It was the Grandmaster, the no nonsense head of the Elite Force. Everyone resumed what they were doing instantly. Even the boy who wanted to fight Dioha went back to his sparring partner.

"YOU! COME TO THE WAITING ROOM. YOU HAVE A GUEST." Grandmaster shouted to Dioha.

And with that the Grandmaster left the training ground with Dioha in tow. Dioha followed the man they called Grandmaster to a very bright and airy room. The walls in this room were made of fiber glass, thick and transparent. Tough looking sentries stood watch behind these walls, one could clearly see them as well as they could see everything going on the room. There was a glass table and two glass chairs in the centre of the room. On one of the chairs Orsun sat, legs crossed, admiring her nails. Dioha rolled his eyes as he saw her. Dioha's gesture wasn't lost on her either, as she smiled and batted her eyelids at Dioha. The Grandmaster left the two of them alone after flirting a little with Orsun, who was wearing a very transparent low-neck gown. Thankfully, she wore bra and panties underneath. Dioha glared at her as he sat down opposite her. Orsun was determined, even fated to haunt and stalk him for all eternity.

"HI DEE. HOW'S YOUR DAY GOING?" Orsun beamed like a teenager.

"GOING WELL. WHAT BRINGS YOU?" Dioha asked gruffly.

"OH, YOU KNOW, JUST HAD TO SEE YOU. BEEN MISSING YOU FOR 18 YEARS NOW, YOU WEREN'T THINKING I'D STAY AWAY AFTER JUST SEEING YOU COME BACK TO ME." Orsun answered,twirling a curl in her hair.

"I DIDN'T COME BACK TO YOU, ORSUN. I'M WELL AWARE OF THE PART YOU PLAYED IN MY MURDER AND THAT OF MY UNICORN 18 YEARS AGO." Dioha barked at her.

"YOUR MURDER?! I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH YOUR MURDER! I WOULD NEVER!! AS FOR THAT CURSED SEER YOU WERE SO DETERMINED TO RUIN, I WOULD'VE KILLED HER IN A HEARTBEAT HAD YOU NOT PROTECTED HER SO FIERCELY. I WAS GLAD WHEN SHE DIED BUT THEN I LOST YOU TOO. BUT NOW YOU'RE BACK, WE CAN CONTINUE FROM WHERE WE LEFT OFF." Orsun replied feigning pain as she placed a palm to her chest with a pained look on her face.

Dioha studied Orsun. Dioha had decided to accuse her just to judge her reaction but in the process Dioha learnt something important. The Council was still in the dark as to the reincarnation of the Seer. Secondly, Orsun wasn't the one behind his assassination. But there was something else.

"YOU DON'T SEEM TO CARE IF THIS IS A NEW ME, WITH NO MEMORIES OF THE PAST OR THE OLD ME, WITH ALL MY MEMORIES INTACT." Dioha said,eyes narrowed.

"REALLY, I DON'T CARE. I JUST WANT TO BE WITH YOU, THE WAY WE USE TO BE. THE WAY WE OUGHT TO BE." Orsun answered,having a dream look about her.

"YOU RUINED THAT. BUT I DON'T BLAME YOU. IT SEEMS WE WERE ALWAYS FATED TO BE APART COS EVEN OUR MAKERS DON'T SEE EYE TO EYE." Dioha reminded her.

"BUT WE CHANGED THAT DEE. FOR MANY YEARS WE WERE SO GOOD TOGETHER. WE WERE A PERFECT MATCH, WE STILL ARE A PERFECT MATCH." Orsun said,placing a hand on Dioha's hand on the table.

"THAT'S LONG GONE. I CAN NEVER FEEL THAT WAY TOWARDS YOU AGAIN. IF THAT'LL BE ALL, I'D LOVE TO RETIRE TO MY ROOM NOW. I'M SWEATY, DIRTY, AND TIRED. I NEED TO HAVE MY BATH." Dioha replied,making sure to pull his hand away from Orsun's touch.

"THE SOUND OF THAT TURNS ME ON." Orsun said and batted her eyelids at Dioha.

She leaned forward towards Dioha placing her bosom on the table for Dioha to look at her cleavages which were threatening to jump out of her clothing. Dioha just sat there looking her in the eye, his gaze not leaving her face even once. They started a staring contest which lasted 5 full minutes before Dioha stood up. She got up too.

"GOODLUCK IN YOUR TEST." Orsun said and blew him a kiss.

"THANKS." Dioha answered,watching her.

With that Orsun walked out of the waiting room leaving Dioha.