>>6009577“Sabi. Mind doing me a favor?” you telepathically reach out to one of your eldest students, one who's been training under you since nearly the beginning. Only Lattu has been your student longer than her, not counting your children.
“Of course.” she replies, you outlining your plan. She agrees, flying up and over to Haathe as you end the link. “Come on newbie, you're with me.”
“Wh-What?” Haathe asks, sounding a bit nervous as Sabi clasps her hands in her own.
“You didn't think you get to just sit and watch for two whole days, did you?” Sabi replies, pulling her off and down among the others. Her ragged dress stands out quite a bit from the sea of training uniforms and PTO armors below. “Come on, let's get to work.”
“Keep a close eye on her for me.” you tell Sabi with a final thought, sending her a few mental images of what happened earlier.
“Don't worry, I was paying attention earlier.” she replies, ending the link as training begins. You trust in Sabi, leaving Haathe in her care as you start organizing the day's training. Splitting everyone up into their groups, each 'captain'd' by one of your elder students. The older, more experienced students helping each of the newer ones, your training group having grown to well over two hundred students today. Which, as you're counting heads does give you an ominous feeling for a moment, but you shake it off. Surely, if anything goes down, you'll be able to handle it. Right?
The feeling you'd felt quickly wears off as you all get to work, you moving from group to group, correcting improper technique, giving encouragements where needed, and even demonstrating the techniques you're trying to teach to them. Everything goes well for more than an hour, you moving between the gravity chambers and the open air, but right as you're about to call it a day hear someone shout.
“You don't belong here!” a woman's voice calls with a snarl, you then hearing a crash as someone's slammed to the ground. A massive pillar of dust rises from the impact, you immediately dashing over. “Bitch.”
“GET BACK!” you shout from the opposite side of the area, your nearby students immediately getting clear instead of crowding around. Knowing not to get between you and any fight that breaks out. Rushing through, you see one of the newer students, one whose face looks somewhat familiar rising up from where she'd thrown the other student. But before you can say anything, feel a familiar power surging.
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