As of today, we are going to start our training," Judas declared, his eyes sharp and voice resolute.
Two Weeks Later
In a separate training room, Claire stood in silence, gripping her twin scythes. The weapons buzzed faintly with high-frequency vibrations as she swung them. Her brows furrowed with frustration.
"Damn it," she muttered, panting. "I can't swing these with precision yet."
She focused on the wooden blocks lined in front of her. Each cut left a mark, but not clean enough—not worthy of the fight ahead. Still, she didn't stop. Her arms, tired and sore, kept swinging.
In another room, Austin adjusted the settings on his weapon with practiced fingers.
"I've got to train faster," he said aloud to himself. "I still can't hit the target perfectly."
The weapon Powell had crafted was no ordinary gun. With countless adjustment options, it was practically a masterpiece.
"Powell really is a genius," Austin said, eyes locked on the target. "I have to use this weapon to its full extent."
In the next room, Griffith lifted the heavy sword Powell had given him. Sweat dripped from his brow as he practiced his swings.
"I want to become stronger," he grunted. "I can't sit still while everyone's working so hard. I will improve. I will be the shield of this team."
His body moved with determination, each motion more refined than the last.
In a quiet corner of the compound, Isabella sat in meditation. Her eyes were shut tight, her hands trembling with focus.
"So... the reason I get so exhausted is because I'm copying even the DNA in the cells perfectly," she murmured. "That explains why it drains me so much. DNA contains enormous information and it's different for every individual."
She opened her eyes.
"Then... let's try something simple. A basic iron block. I know its composition."
She imagined the molecular bonds, the atomic structure. Slowly, an iron block shimmered into existence out of thin air.
"So that's it... I can make anything... And I'm not exhausted because it's a simple structure. But if I want to help everyone... I need more knowledge. I need to study. I need to understand material compositions. I can create weapons for my team."
In a strategy room, Powell, Sai, and Judas gathered.
"It seems the training is going well," Powell said, reviewing data on a screen. "Everyone is improving rapidly."
"That's good," Judas responded. "But it's still not enough. They have to become even stronger. We can't afford weakness."
"You're right," Sai agreed, arms crossed. "Are the materials from the Williams family here yet?"
"Yeah, they came earlier than expected," Powell answered. "I'm already working on the new weapons. The quality is top-notch—what you'd expect from a family like the Williams. Give me two more weeks and I'll have the best weapons I can build. Until then, the team can keep training with the prototypes."
"Good. Everything is going according to plan," Sai said, his voice as composed as ever.
One Month After Training Began
The team assembled in a large hall. Powell stood at the center, a proud look on his face.
"These are the weapons I've crafted for you," he announced. "They may look like the prototypes, but these are forged with superior materials and infused with more advanced effects."
Everyone received their personalized weapons, shaped by Powell's genius and fueled by their dedication.
Four Months After Training Began
Inside an aircraft sent by the Williams family, the team sat, tension thick in the air.
"I guess now is the time for us to give ourselves a name," Griffith said, trying to break the silence.
"Yeah, I was thinking the same," Claire added.
"How about this?" Austin chimed in. "Since we want peace, how about we call ourselves 'Peace Warriors'?"
"Nah! That's not good... kinda lame," Powell replied bluntly.
"Then how about 'Hope of Humanity'?" Isabella offered.
"Too dramatic," Claire countered.
"Then what should we name ourselves?" Isabella asked.
Judas, silent until now, finally spoke.
"Then don't give a name," he said.
Everyone turned to look at him.
"Let's just call ourselves... No Name."
"What? That's even lamer," Austin scoffed.
"I'm with Judas on this one," Sai said firmly. "Let's go with No Name."
"No, I won't agree to this," Claire protested.
Their argument was interrupted as the aircraft began to descend. Below them stood the majestic estate of the Williams family.
Before the towering gates of the main Williams mansion, two guards stood at attention.
"We welcome you, Princess Isabella," they said in unison, bowing as the gates opened.
Beyond the threshold lay rows of magnificent buildings, ancient mansions polished to perfection, and grounds that whispered stories of legacy and power.
As the gates creaked open, an invisible weight settled over the team.
Their training was over. Their resolve had been forged.
Now, the real battle was about to begin.
Everyone's eyes were fixed forward. The estate stood tall, grand, and merciless.
Whatever was going to happen next, one thing was certain—there was no turning back.