The day had passed fairly fast and the three of them had eaten lunch on the roof like their first day in their new class one. Once they had returned they survived the dreaded math problems that never seemed to end. “Now, in a few minutes the bell will ring and you will all head off to the first of your selected classes, Those of you who are already used to this you can head out early. Those of you who chose yesterday can come on up and grab your assignment cards. They will have the room number assignment for your new classes.”

Mr. Smith had five laminated cards in his hand and was about to Walk to each of them to start handing them out, when he was going to pass towards Asher to give him his he froze in the aisle between the desks. “Umm, Mr. Smith is everything alright?” Ashe was a bit worried since their teacher had just frozen in place and it was definitely not Jane who was causing it.

“Ah no need to worry, I have a vision that I would trip over the desk leg if I moved in that moment. There would have been a noise in the hall that distracted me but because I stopped moving nothing happened.” Asher sat there in awe, having the ability to see in the future was sure useful, even three seconds told him so much. If only the students that had slipped on the sand earlier had such an ability.

Once four seconds had passed Mr. Smith continued forward letting some of the other students passed him. He handed all five their assignments then made his way to his desk to start grading some homework assignments.

“You guys have combat training first right?” Art was the most excited to start practicing combat, this was simply because it was one of the most relied upon skills to law enforcement let alone a hero. Without it many would not survive against a dangerous criminal.

“Yup, I brought an extra pair of gym clothes and some old workout gloves my dad doesn’t use anymore.” Jane was already putting the slightly padded gloves on her hands. With the mask and the gloves she was starting to look kind of intimidating.

“I just hope that we don’t have to spar too much today…” Asher had some worry that he would end up black and blue in this life too.

“What? Why? That is the best part, we need to get real fighting experience so that our bodies will act before our minds even know we are in danger. It needs to be instinct.” Art was hyping himself up more and more as the three walked towards the smaller gym that was used for combat lessons.

The small gym had padding on the floor and Walls because it was used specifically for the combat lessons. It was very near the large gym which was used for power training and the normal gym lessons. This Was also near the nurse’s office since it was very common for students to be gain small injuries while learning. This gym was a dilapidated part of the building in his past memories but now that he was in this changed world he was seeing it in a much better state.

There were even new locker rooms for the boys and girls to change before the lessons. After just about five minutes they students were stretching themselves in the small gym wearing their white and blue gym clothes. Asher was finding it very entertaining bouncing a little on the soft mats. Art was right next to him humoring him by bouncing a bit on his own. The two looked like little kids trying out a bounce house.

The class was only full of ten students, it was very rare for anyone to join the class mostly because the skills were not as applicable to other future career options. The final bell rang for students to be in their classes, this was the signal for the gym door to open.

Bang!

The door slammed open and a tall woman wearing a red tracksuit waltzed in. She had a long ponytail of jet black hair. She was well muscled and looked like she could crush stone with her hands if it looked at her funny. “Stop your stretching and listen up! For the fresh meat I am Coach Winters! Anyone that calls me Mrs will run laps around the school until you puke.” This imagery was just what they all needed right before starting their new class. Naturally, a few of the students stepped a little farther away from their teacher. “We will jump right in to our first sparring session, lets me see how bad you all are so I know who to motivate more.” She thrust her fist in to her hand as she said this, Asher had a feeling that motivation was not necessarily what he had in mind.

Afraid she may start early with her motivation every student paired up with the nearest person. Art and Asher had moved to the side farther away from the others so they had their own space to do whatever they wanted. “Now don’t be too afraid, I have already trained a little.” Art made strange noises and started to hop about kicking and punching the air. Before he knew it his foot came down weird and he was in the second split of the day.

Asher drew in a sharp breath, “Ouch…Art can you breathe? Art!?” He had turned deathly pale and looked like he had broken something.

“It’s not been even five minutes and you have already hurt yourself! You foolish kid, you two there!” coach Winters singled out two boys nearby. “Take this one to the nurse to try and cure his lack of brain cells. You there, you will spar with me until your partner can walk again.” Asher was again cursing himself, what had he done to need to spar against such a brutal opponent?