//------------------------------// // Lots Of Training // Story: Cyber burst's training accident // by Mr Jelly //------------------------------// Chapter 3: lots and lots of Training After entering Zecora’s house in the Everfree Forest, Cyburst could see that Zecora really did come from a clan. There were masks everywhere and different ingredients for who knows what lining the walls. “Super-natural ponies you must slay, if you ever want to save the day.” Zecora said, finally looking back “But I don’t want to save the day, I want to go on adventures into old ruins.” Cyburst said, pouting a little. “Sometimes there will be a distressed mare, which is when you will need this there.” Zecora said, slightly chuckling, as if she made a joke Zecora moved a mask from its position on the wall. Cyburst looked and saw a button protruding from the wall. Zecora pressed the button and a silver katana popped up from under a trap door in the ground. “I will teach you the way of the sword. After that, you could slice things with a board.” Zecora said, it sounded almost as if she was bragging. “Well, if you’re that good of a teacher. I guess I could learn how to use the sword, but you will teach me how to dodge and other things, right?” Cyburst asked, testing if Zecora would slip up and not rhyme her sentence. All Zecora did was nod up and down. Dang, she knew. After that was a long training montage, watch Rockyy if you want. THREE MONTHS LATER Cyburst was lying down on the floor of the Everfree forest, gasping for air. When Zecora said he would be able to slice things with a board, she wasn’t kidding. Cyburst heard a leaf crack. He moved just in time before Zecora brought a kendo stick down where he was resting. It had been this way since the second day training with Zecora. Zecora would teach Cyburst a sword skill, them getting more advanced later, and then sparring until Cyburst mastered the technique. Today was different. Today, Cyburst had to use all he had learned to hit the striped zebra ten times and not get hit. Take it from him, hitting and dodging sword master is hard. Cyburst only had to hit Zecora one more time with the kendo stick. He was about to try a made up move, but Zecora had appeared out of nowhere and tried to do a helm splitter. Cyburst parried and then tried his move. “Take THIS!” Cyburst said before turning in a wide circle and slamming Zecora with the kendo stick. Cyburst saw that Zecora was taken by surprise. That was only because she actually knew sword techniques. Something he wouldn’t be counting on if he ever got into a real fight with someone who knows nothing. Zecora got up and dusted herself off. “What type of move was that, if these were real, ker-splat.” Zecora said motioning to the sticks, then to the bruise Cyburst’s made. “It’s a move I made up. It’s called the spin attack.” Cyburst said, excited that he had just completed the hardest thing he had ever done. “You have trained well. I hope none of this gets you in a cell.” Zecora said, teasing Cyburst. “You know better than to think that. I would never use any of the things you taught me on someone who is innocent.” Cyburst said, throwing a mock punch at Zecora’s face. Zecora and Cyburst headed back for the night. Once they got to Zecora’s house, Cyburst got ready for sleep while Zecora put away the equipment and got back out the silver katana. She brought it back to Cyburst. “Now that you have completed your training, we can get back to the naming.” Zecora said. Zecora explained before that the sword she held in front of her was one destined to protect its owner with its life. How that pony used the sword, was something else altogether. If given to an evil pony, it would leave a path of destruction in its wake. If given to a good pony, it would lead the world to a time of prosperity. The only thing was, the sword didn’t have a name. No sword could be any good if it didn’t have a name. That was one of the reasons that Zecora had held the sword in her possession for so long. She couldn’t come up with a name. Cyburst thought of everything while training. Bone crusher? Too dark. Enigma? Too weird. Excalibur? Too cliché. Only when he saw the blade did he hear the name. The blade called to him with the name. “How about Silverbolt?” Cyburst asked, thinking of a certain beast from a distant war. “That is the perfect name for this blade,” Zecora said “for you, I think it was made.” Cyburst looked at Silverbolt, it seemed to look back, happily. Cyburst shook away that feeling. Surly the blade couldn’t be happy, could it? Cyburst’s thoughts were interrupted by a striped tail swooping near his face. “Are you okay? Maybe you need to hit the hay?” Zecora said, slightly concerned for his well-being. “No, I’m fine. I just had this strange, space-time bending thought.” Cyburst said, meaning it. Where did he get the name Silverbolt? His thought was interrupted by his lack of energy. “On second thought, *yawn* maybe it is time to go to bed.” Cyburst mumbled going into his make-shift bed for the night. “Goodnight Cyber Burst” Zecora said. “Goodnight Zecora” Cyburst said. Cyburst fell asleep rather slowly because something weird had happened. One, Zecora didn’t make her sentence rhyme, and two, she had called him by his real name. THE NEXT DAY Cyburst woke up the same way he always had for the last three months, to Zecora mixing something in her Cauldron. Today, he knew something different was going to happen. Cyburst knew this because he had completed his sword training. “Good morning Zecora, and what are we going to do today?” “Today we’ll be training the mind. Because we have already trained the body, you’ll find.” Cyburst’s body was, indeed, trained. He muscles were lean and toned to perfection. Why, if he was in jail, he would be the pick of the… SWEET CELESTIA NEVER THINK LIKE THAT AGAIN!! After those traumatic thoughts, he wondered if training the “mind” meant meditation. Sure enough, it did. He and Zecora both went outside to meditate for the whole day. They both closed their eyes, but something happened to Cyburst that wasn’t supposed to, something unexpected. When Cyburst gave Silverbolt its name he had accidently triggered a power of the blade. He had ripped through the fabric of time-space. When Cyburst opened his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. He was at the edge of a platform with a bottomless pit on one end, and a giant, red avian beast blocking the only path out. “Oh, oh dear” Cyburst said as the huge bird turned around to face him.