The Military School of Lexa! Gods help us all...

The laughter of men and women, young and some fairly aged all speaking out of term. The clatter of boots shuffling where no sound should be produced. The ringing of a large bell, resonating through the air. Then the sound of boots shuffling, and finally the sound of silence. The only sound thereafter was the clapping of Lexa's boots hitting the stone walkway of the recruit training station in Era. Her mission today was to grind, beat, punish, and ram combat knowledge into the minds of a single group of miscreants. More so, her job was to turn them into a force to be reckoned with, no matter what she had to do to them. The men all sweating, hearing the uniform tapping of hard rubber on stone coming from the far end of a dark hallway. "H-hey, you know who they're sending?" one of the women whispered to the men next to her. "No. They say this guys a real monster thought. Say he don't have a single merciful bone in his body..." the man replied. "Guy? I was told it was a girl?" one of the other men butted in. "Think she's hot?" the first man asked, his face turning red. The sound of footsteps stopped, causing the small group to quickly get quiet and return to attention. The clapping resumed as Lexa walked past the first element of victims, each man and woman having a rather disturbed look as they noticed their instructor was rather young looking. "Pff... fwahahahah!!" the sound of laughter erupted from the chatty group Lexa heard walking down the halls. Lexa turned her gaze to the man, waiting to see how ballsy he was feeling. "Th-that's not some badass mage! That's some pus- ~hawk~" the man's tongue lodged itself in his own throat as Lexa cleared the 50 meter distance between them faster than his mind could process. But what truly made him eat his words, was the feeling of Lexa's small fist, burying itself in his testicles at light speed. "Not much muscle to protect the kids eh..." she said with a cocky, high pitched and childish voice. "Wh-when... how d- ~ugh!~" he began talking but was met with a heel to the back of his head before he could finish. "DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK WORM!?" Lexa shouted at him as the man began reaching to comfort his throbbing testicles. Lexa rammed her boot on the side of his skull, putting more pressure than the man thought possible. "I DIDN'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO TOUCH YOURSELF! GET THE FUCK UP AND STAND AT ATTENTION OR I'LL TWIST OFF YOUR HEAD AND SHIT DOWN YOUR NECK!" she shouted at him in her high pitched voice. She released her foot, watching as the man stood up slowly with tears in his eyes. "I didn't say you could cry either worm." she stated, her voice signaled him to stop before she gave him a true reason to cry. The pants of the man standing next to him, stiff as a board turned from tan to dark brown as a small puddle of yellow collected at his boots. Lexa turned her gaze to the other man she heard talking, ignoring the one who peed himself and said with her childish voice "You asked if I was hot, what's your opinion?" her eyes were piercing his soul like the sharped dagger imaginable. The man let out a slight squeal out of fear before shouting "W-w-w-well, a-as horrible as it m-makes me feel I must admit that I-I'm slightly aroused sir! I-I mean ma'am!" with his eyes closed, hoping he wouldn't get hit like the other guy did. Lexa looked at his pants and noticed a slight tube shaped bulge in them and decided she wouldn't clobber him since he wasn't lying. She turned and flicked her hair while walking to the front of the group again.

The rest of the day, Lexa had no issues with the group. The first exercise was simple. She had them run a mile with no shoes or socks on. The practice was to build endurance, as well as make their feet a bit tougher. Hardened, and calloused soles are better for soldiers since they have less chance of cutting and being infected. Afterwards was doing the same exercise, while carrying a 30 pound boulder. She wanted to literally break them all, that way she could rebuild them. The exercise was also symbolic, the boulder representing their personal reasons for joining the military. While the group ran, Lexa ran beside them shouting life messages, speaking from experience. She told them that no matter what the situation, each of them must carry their purpose, their boulder into battle and use it as their ultimate weapon. After the exercise, she split the group into two parties. Then they ran the mile again, this time carrying one of the members from the other party on their backs. Anyone who dared slow down, or stop entirely received a deadly hit from Lexa along with her telling them if they can't carry a single person a mile, they'll never be a soldier. She spoke of how each soldier is responsible for carrying the entirety of their squad, and this was just a taste of their burdens. Once the first group ran their mile, Lexa had them switch up and they ran the mile again. A ten minute break was given after the three miles each group physically ran, during which time Lexa would circle them while telling them all what it means to be the last man standing. She told them what it meant to be the one your group relied on, and what it meant to rely on the group. She spoke about the difference between living and surviving, and various other things a soldier needed to know. Her lessons took up thirty minutes, the last twenty of which the group spend doing push ups in unison. Lexa kept the cadence for them by tapping a stick on the ground, naturally stomping anyone who dared try and give up on her. After that, Lexa began teaching them basic spells. She taught them what magic power was, the history of it, and how to pool it. All the soldiers to-be took in the lesson while jogging in place, building their endurance and receiving no mercy when one of them tried to quit. Once the basic lessons was out of the way, Lexa taught them about magic circles. She taught them how to read the circles, and how to anticipate types of attacks as well as how to avoid them. At the end of the day, the group was so tired that they all fell asleep standing at attention in their barracks. At the end of the day, the name Drill Instructor Grimoire became the mother of their worst fears, and the name of their most beloved of tutors.