QINGYE YU
YOU NEVER GAVE A WARNING SIGN
"Alright, fall in!" Qingye barks, her voice carrying over the space of field allotted to the group of demigods she’s been assigned to train today. She’s barely broken a sweat, hair only slightly sticking to her forehead where she’s pulled it back into a ponytail. On the other hand, her group - all demigods on the newer side in cohort three, from about thirteen to fifteen years old - are wheezing, hunching over in an attempt to catch their breaths. And, you know, that’s fine, even expected!
What’s absolutely pathetic is that the ex-camper training partner she was assigned is laying on a bench to the side, having been dumped there unceremoniously after he was (accidentally!) knocked out by a legionnaire only thirty minutes into practice.
Qingye has had to train these kids for the following hour, by herself, which normally wouldn’t be a problem except that this group is a handful seeing as there’s more of them than usual, and that there’s a legacy of Mars in the group who is somehow simultaneously violent and incredibly clumsy.
Other than that one demigod, however, Qingye’s not particularly displeased with the outcome of today’s training. They’re willing and ready to be molded and shaped into good fighters, and take her sharp criticism with open ears. She displays this with a slightly softer scowl than normal as she stares the kids down. ”I’m not impressed by what I’ve seen today,” she snaps bluntly, but doesn’t wait to see the sagging of their shoulders before she adds on, ”but you better not let me down next time. I expect greater things from you. Dismissed!”
She turns away from them to pick up her water bottle from the grass and take a long drink, as they disperse, chattering tiredly. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she catches a glimpse of a woman heading towards her. Qingye vaguely remembers her as a centurion around the same time Qingye led the second cohort, though she’s not sure of her name or what cohort the woman was from. Checking the watch at her wrist, Qingye supposes her to be her training partner’s replacement (and good riddance!) since the next group is due to arrive in about ten minutes.
”Hi,” Qingye calls out gruffly, “are you this guy’s replacement?”
What’s absolutely pathetic is that the ex-camper training partner she was assigned is laying on a bench to the side, having been dumped there unceremoniously after he was (accidentally!) knocked out by a legionnaire only thirty minutes into practice.
Qingye has had to train these kids for the following hour, by herself, which normally wouldn’t be a problem except that this group is a handful seeing as there’s more of them than usual, and that there’s a legacy of Mars in the group who is somehow simultaneously violent and incredibly clumsy.
Other than that one demigod, however, Qingye’s not particularly displeased with the outcome of today’s training. They’re willing and ready to be molded and shaped into good fighters, and take her sharp criticism with open ears. She displays this with a slightly softer scowl than normal as she stares the kids down. ”I’m not impressed by what I’ve seen today,” she snaps bluntly, but doesn’t wait to see the sagging of their shoulders before she adds on, ”but you better not let me down next time. I expect greater things from you. Dismissed!”
She turns away from them to pick up her water bottle from the grass and take a long drink, as they disperse, chattering tiredly. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she catches a glimpse of a woman heading towards her. Qingye vaguely remembers her as a centurion around the same time Qingye led the second cohort, though she’s not sure of her name or what cohort the woman was from. Checking the watch at her wrist, Qingye supposes her to be her training partner’s replacement (and good riddance!) since the next group is due to arrive in about ten minutes.
”Hi,” Qingye calls out gruffly, “are you this guy’s replacement?”
TAG: QINGYE + TIBERIA | NOTES: SORRY THIS IS A LOT LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE! THE NEXT POSTS PROBABLY WON'T BE SO LONG HAHA