In a standard military office 16 year old Peter could be seen knocked out sleeping on a swivel chair opposite the office desk with drool on the corner of his mouth. An middle aged man who looked like a surfer was sitting opposite Peter staring at him with cold piercing dark eyes.
As soon as he noticed that Peter was regaining consciousness he immediately shook off his former dark and serious self and he put on a jovial attitude like that of the surfers.
"Hello mister Peter, I hope you'll forgive our not-so-subtle approach to bringing you here we just did so for safety reasons"
Peter who was still half awake didn't hear half of what he was saying and just nodded
"Mister Peter I hope you know why we brought you here"
"I'm know why but I have no idea who you are so explain why the heck I'm here and who you are before I start cussing you"
Peter was angry at all what was going on in his life and most of it he didn't have a say in so now he had had enough and wanted to vent.
"Ohh right how rude of me bro I'm--"
"First of all I'm not your bro"
"Right understood bro...oops sorry"
A huge sigh of frustration came out of Peter and he stood up heading for the single door in the room opposite him.
"Woah relax dude you can't go out now"
"And why not"
"I haven't introduced myself "
"Fine"
Peter went back to his seat
"Go on then"
"Thanks man, I'm an advisor to this facility the names Nate and I'm here to test if your strength is true or not"
As he said so he became shockingly more serious and brought out a single boxing glove and threw it at Peter who found it hard to even get angry as the pressure emanating from him was intense.
Mate then stood up and walked towards a window on the left side of the room and gestured Peter to wear it.
Peter took the glove in is hand and it instantly disintegrated and integrated back onto Peter's hand making it a perfect fit for him.
As Peter got ready to punch Nate held out his right palm which confused Peter.
"Do you want me to punch your palm?"
"Yes I do. In order to gauge your strength accurately you need to hit something solid enough to withstand the force."
Peter thought this made sense but at the same time he was slightly shocked that he wasn't scared of the strength Peter showed at the test centre.
"Ok here goes."
Peter punched Nate's palm with an amateur full swing punch which went at the same speed as during the test.
*Thwack*
Peter's entire right arm felt numb upon hitting Nate's palm. It felt like he had just struck an iron plate. If it weren't for the gloves his fist would have cracked for sure.
All the while Nate stood there motionless with a smile on his face.
The gloves distegrated unto Nate's palm forming a device similar to the one used during the test.
It showed Peter's score as 450 and he heaved a small sigh of relief not noticed by Peter.
"Good news boy"
"What's it?"
"It turns out that the machine used was faulty and we'll have to retake the test"
"You mean everyone at the same time all over again?"
"No that would be ridiculous. While you were having your beauty sleep everyone was split into groups of 4 which includes all your roommates"
"Ok but is this going to happen today or when."
"No not today. You've experienced more drama today than a soap opera for today you will go to your room to rest and we'll send you a guide to show you all of the school facilities"
"Why can't I just do it with the rest of the students" Peter asked
" Ohh they already did while you were having a beauty sleep. For now head back to your room and rest okay."
Peter nodded and walked out the door.
As soon as Peter left Nate went back to his desk and tapped on the table twice and made a transmission.
" Nathan Grant reporting in. There are no signs of the strength displayed yesterday in the student"
On the recieving end the voice which one could link to a man in his 60's responded
" Thank goodness, I was beginning to think we would have to dissect him, Haha..."
He laughed eerily which didn't sit well with Nate as he frowned
"Still keep an eye on him Nathan understood"
" Understood "
And the transmission ended.
***********************************************When Peter reached his room he noticed that no one else was inside but he couldn't care less as he had more thoughts on his mind like what he could do to break them limiter placed upon him by Blake.
*Knock*
A knock on the door derailed his train of thought as he was getting deeper.
He reluctantly walked towards the door and opened it.
What greeted was the screeching noise of a whistle blown directly in his face.
"You little maggot you think you can skip training huh. Get down and gimme 20"
Peter who was taking aback by the sudden noise was just standing like a pole and staring at the soldier.
" You got a problem with that you little maggot" the soldier shouted more provokingly than before.
Then it hit Peter that he had to push the limits of his body in order for him to break his limits.
He immediately got down on the floor and started doing pushups
"Yeah that's right, put some elbow grease into it boy"
"Sir yes sir!"
Peter shouted and continued to do the push ups.
His training period had just begun.