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The next morning.

On the temporarily cleared and rebuilt base plaza, Hank, Raven, Sean, Darwin, and Alex stood on one side of the wide, open-air training ground, dressed in matching uniforms.

Opposite them stood Caesar, Azazel, and Logan in casual clothes.

Erik was absent, leaving Charles standing between the two groups.

"Alright, students," Charles clapped his hands to get their attention, then gestured toward Caesar and the others. "These three instructors will be teaching you how to fight from now on."

This statement left Hank and the others exchanging puzzled glances, whispering among themselves.

"Those two look pretty tough," Sean muttered, glancing at the fierce-looking Azazel and Logan, then at the much younger Caesar. "But the one on the far left—he can't be younger than me, can he? How's he supposed to be our teacher?"

"Come on, Sean, you've got to be joking, right? Don't be fooled by his harmless appearance," Raven shook her head in exasperation at Sean's doubts.

"Exactly," Hank added, his gaze fixed on Caesar. His beastly instincts made his hair stand on end as he spoke in a shaky voice, "The other two feel like wild animals— vicious and dangerous, but manageable. But he... he feels like a mountain crushing down on me, making it hard to even breathe."

Alex, too, stared intensely at Caesar, nodding in agreement. "They're right, Sean. Out of the three, that one is definitely the strongest."

"He saved my life, so of course he's powerful," Darwin chimed in with a grin. Without Caesar's timely intervention, he would have been long gone.

"Alright, quiet down. Listen to the introductions!" Charles' voice echoed in the minds of the students, silencing their murmurs. He then pointed to Logan, introducing him first.

"This is Logan, your instructor. He has fought in both World Wars and has countless battles under his belt. He will teach you various combat techniques and help improve your hand-to-hand combat skills."

Logan tilted his head slightly and, out of habit, reached for his pocket, feeling the urge to light a cigarette.

Next, Charles gestured to Azazel, continuing his introductions. "This is Azazel, another instructor. He once worked under Shaw, but now follows Caesar. He specializes in surprise attacks and assassination, and he'll be teaching you defense techniques."

"As for the third instructor... well, that's me." Charles patted his chest with a smile. "I'll help you develop and enhance your mutated abilities and apply them in battle—"

As Charles spoke, Logan yawned and turned to Caesar, sounding bored. "So, you want to train these mutants, and now I'm roped into it too."

"Do you have anything else to do?" Caesar shrugged.

"Drinking," Logan replied with all seriousness.

"That doesn't count as 'doing something,'" Caesar countered. He then looked over at Azazel, who nodded earnestly.

"Whatever Master does, I'll do," Azazel said.

Caesar turned back to Logan. "If you've got nothing better to do, why not pass the time teaching these rookie mutants? You've got plenty of skills. Even if you're not up for fighting all the time, teaching should be easy enough."

"Who knows? Maybe one day you'll end up enjoying it and want to stay on as a full-time teacher," Caesar teased.

"No way!" Logan shot back, adamant.

"We'll see," Caesar smiled knowingly. After all, no one could truly resist the allure of finding purpose in unexpected places.

After finishing his own introduction, Charles pointed to Caesar. "And last but not least, we have Caesar. He's an old friend of mine from childhood. You'll be allowed to use your abilities freely, in any combination, to spar with him. One-on-one, or many against one— it doesn't matter. The only goal is to knock him down. If you can do that, your training is complete."

"What?! The group of students gasped in shock, casting wide-eyed glances at Caesar.

"Is this for real? They have to defeat *Master* to complete our training?" Azazel rolled his eyes, exclaiming, "That's way harder than dealing with the Hellfire Club!"

"Charles, you set me up!" Caesar shot a glance at Charles, who responded with a mischievous grin, clearly taking advantage of the situation.

"Alright, there's no need to go as far as defeating me— let's make it easier," Caesar sighed, reaching into his pocket. With a jingle, he pulled out a set of bells and tied them around his waist.

"I have three bells here. From now on, if any of you can grab just one, you'll pass the training. You're free to use your mutant abilities however you like. If you manage to hurt me, that counts as a win too."

Caesar's words weren't arrogant— they were spoken with a chilling level of confidence.

"Anytime, anyway we want, and we can use our abilities freely? All we have to do is take a bell?" Raven muttered. It sounded too easy, but the one holding the bells was Caesar.

"Are you serious, Caesar?" Sean asked, glaring at the bells tied to Caesar's waist.

"Feel free to try," Caesar responded with a bright smile. Nearby, Azazel instinctively took a step back, and even Logan shivered, quietly moving a few paces away.

No one else knew, but a few days ago, after Logan kept provoking him, Caesar had reluctantly put on some boxing gloves and stepped into the ring. 

And that was the end of that.

Logan only remembered that if it weren't for his extraordinary healing abilities, he'd still be lying in bed, barely clinging to life.

Sean glanced at the others, who all looked back at him. The five of them nodded in agreement.

"Alright, let's go all in!" Sean took a deep breath, then suddenly opened his mouth wide, unleashing a sharp, piercing sonic scream aimed at Caesar, about ten meters away.

It was like the signal to start a battle. Hank and Raven moved at the same time, lowering their bodies slightly as they dashed toward Caesar from opposite sides at high speed.

"Oh? Not bad, a sonic attack..." 

Caesar stood motionless, letting the tangible force of Sean's sonic scream wash over him. The soundwaves couldn't harm him, though the bells on his waist rang furiously. He quickly used his left hand to cover them.

*Swoosh!*

Several blinding beams of high-energy light shot through the sonic waves, all aimed at Caesar's body. 

Alex's blasts weren't accurate enough to hit their mark precisely, but with sheer quantity, he could still create a powerful offensive.

Caesar casually blocked the barrage of light with crossed arms. The destructive beams only managed to tear his shirt slightly, revealing the steel-like toughness of his skin underneath.

*Jingle!*

Another wave of sonic pressure hit, and one of the bells finally broke free from his waist, flying high into the air behind him.

"I've got it!" Raven, already positioned nearby, leaped forward, reaching out for the bell, her fingers just inches away.

But in a blink, the bell vanished, replaced by Caesar's smiling face. "Raven, you underestimated me."

Before his punch even made contact, the force of the air from Caesar's Superman-like strike sent Raven flying several meters, knocking her unconscious as she hit the ground.

"Dammit! You bastard!" Hank, seeing Raven knocked away, flew into a rage. His clenched fists grew even larger as he aimed a wild punch at Caesar's head.

"You too," Caesar muttered, dodging the punch at lightning speed. 

With a flick of his finger, he tapped Hank's forehead, sending him spiraling through the air before he crashed to the ground next to Raven, also unconscious.

It all happened in the blink of an eye. In just moments, both Raven and Hank were down and out.

(End of Chapter)

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