Harper saw a few recruits coming in to the room. He kept on punching the bag. He didn't like it, but you had to look busy otherwise they'd ask you what you were doing. And if you said nothing then they'd put you into intense training, and that was painful and drained the energy right out of you. He had done it once, he didn't want to do it again.
Caroline walked up to Tendril, holding out the piece of paper. "Are you my mentor?" she asked. He looked at her, appearing to be somewhat amused.
"Indeed," he said. "I didn't even dream that the higher-ups would give me an apprentice. If you are to train with me, I want to make one thing clear with you. Don't EVER touch me, if you value your life."
"Fine," Caroline said. "On one condition. Don't underestimate me."
Tendril smiled. "Oh ho ho, making deals already? I'll have my hands full. Alright then, a deal it is."
Katana glanced at the recruits coming in smugly. A few of them looked at her, looked back at their paper, then looked back up at her again and whispered among themselves. She snickered and pulled out her sword quickly, then tossed it into the air, letting it spin a bit before she caught it deftly. She put it back into its sheath and ran her tongue over her sharpened teeth. She flipped her hair back behind her shoulders and sighed.
These recruits were wimps. They all had frightened expressions on their faces as they looked at her. But soon they'd be highly trained machines, once she was done with them.
"Alright, listen up." she called out commandingly.
Harper saw most of the new people turn their heads towards Katana. She was dedicated to the organization, and they favored her for it. Granted Division favors everyone who is on their side. She demanded respect. Harper remembered being hurt by her many times. He had no good memory of her whatsoever. He continued with what he was doing.
Katana drew Omisha, and whirled it around, her wrist twitching the sword into crazy positions, making a steady whistling sound come out.
She threw it up into the air, did a standing backflip, and landed deftly on her feet, and leaping onto the ground, kicking out her foot, kicking the handle of the sword and sending it flying to the far end of the room, landing perfectly in the middle of a target that a trainee was using. They stumbled backward in shock and the group that had been watching her just stared in awe.
"Maybe one day you can do that!" she said, not even slightly winded. "But most likely...not."
Katana sniffed and walked a few paces to a weapon rack and lifted up a sword, not unlike her own. She whipped around to glare at the whispering recruits, silencing them.
"Now. Who's first?" She looked around at them all with an expectant expression on her face. She heard a scuffling as a tall, muscular boy with close-cropped red hair and green eyes stepped forward, a triumphant grin crossing his face. She held out the sword and he took it, lifting it up to his shoulder.
"What's your name, boy?" Katana asked.
"James," he answered hesitantly. Katana gave him a curt nod and rolled her shoulders. "And now we fight."
She flipped backward, with the boy swinging wildly at the spot where she had been previously. She did one more flip backward until she was at the target where her sword was stuck in. She ripped it out and held it out with one hand, pointing the tip towards the approaching recruit. As James swung his sword towards her, she leaped into the air impossibly high, flipping over him and landing softly behind him. She kicked out a leg, tripping him to the ground, and reached down to pull his arm backward until she heard a soft cry of pain and a crack of his arm breaking.