February 19, 2050 - 16:08
West of Da Nang, Vietnam - Black Angels Division Training Facility
The arena was filled with sounds of people grunting and groaning from being hit, coalescing with the solid sound of punches hitting flesh, to create a symphony of pain. The upside of witnessing this symphony of pain is that what didn't kill you only made you stronger.
The PMC had almost everyone participate in the martial arts testing by having squad members brawl against their own. Though for people who did not have any previous martial arts experience and weren't willing to try out their strength, they got to sit on the side to observe and learn. The training camp would teach basic martial arts and CQB skills to all recruits during the camp's during anyway.
Chisato was sitting on the side along with a small group of recruits. She was the same as these recruits - no previous skills, and wasn't willing to get decked out by a stronger and more daring recruit. She was an active type of girl, one who wasn't afraid of getting down and dirty, but there were limits to what she would do.
All her squad members signed up to fight in the brawl, and Chisato could see all of them spread throughout the arena, some already engaged in one-on-one.
Chisato could see a familiar girl, My, and another recruit getting ready for their fight. An instructor - and also referee - was telling them the rules for the fight. The rules were similar to MMA rules, prohibiting fouls such as groin strikes, eye gouges, strikes to the back of the fighter's head, or spine.
My nodded as the instructor finished laying down the ground rules, fist-bumped her opponents, then got back to her side and faced her opponent.
Chisato didn't know what to expect from this fight between My and the other recruits. My's opponent. While slightly shorter than her, he packed more mass and muscle. He was sporting a boxing stance, his arm near his body and gloves near his head for protection, while My was sporting a ready stance similar to her opponent, but just slightly different.
Both of them were circling each other within a white-painted circle, gauging each other out before making a move. It was tense, despite being a test, and Chisato could feel the tension as both fighters were flexing their muscles.
After what seemed like an eternity passing within seconds, the man made his first move, delivering a few jabs to My's head and body in quick succession. My blocked the head jabs and maneuvered her body to dodge the body jabs.
As she wound back to dodge the jabs, she readied her legs and swept a kick toward her opponent. The opponent to a kick to the leg, which only caused him to lose his stance slightly before he recovered and backed away from My. There was contemplation on his face as he quickly changed his approach against an opponent with a kick-related martial art.
My took the chance and advanced toward the guy, sending a left leg kick toward his abdomen. He quickly reacted by blocking with his elbow, but My retracted her left leg back immediately and thrust forward, making contact against his body and pushing him back.
The man, grunting from pain but filled with resolve, quickly recovered to his stance and took the approach just as My was sending her right leg up. He quickly grabbed her leg with his left hand and jabbed her abdomen, successfully getting his first hit on her.
However, he dropped My's leg as he struck her abdomen. When he tried to combo the strike with a left hook to her abdomen again, it was blocked by her elbow. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a palm quickly approaching from his right side toward his head.
Ducking down to his left side, barely dodging her attack, he maneuvered his body to move from underneath her left arm, getting up by her left side, and tried to send a right hook toward her face. My leaned her body back, barely dodging his hook.
He immediately tried for another hook to her face, this time from his left. My ducked, turned her body to the right side, did a 360, and sent an unexpected back elbow toward the man's face. He was left dazed despite wearing a head guard. My's elbow sent a whiplash against his head. That wasn't all, as My used her body momentum while still in the spin to send a left kick against his body.
Chisato could see the man's spit spewing out of his mouth as he struggled back, making distance while trying to recover his senses. Even with no experience, Chisato could tell that the direction of the fight wasn't in his favor.
Left in a daze and ringing in his head, the opponent was forced into a defensive stance as My continued her barrage of strikes against him, sending left and right hooks against his guarding arms, wearing him out even more.
Despite that, he wasn't going to give up on his own, not without at least some damage against his opponent. He knew he was tougher and heavier than her, so a good strike against a lighter opponent with all his body weight would change the course of the fight.
He took the brunt of the damage, enduring hits and kicks from the taller girl while minding his position in the arena as he was dangerously close to the white line.
As he took another hit and leaned his body lower to his right, he found a gap in her attack. Her chin was fully exposed. Immediately taking his chance, he swung an uppercut toward My's chin, using his entire body weight in his hit.
He was expecting a mean and solid sound to ring out as his fist made contact against her chin. However, it never came. Instead of feeling a resisting force on his fist, he only felt a slight touch as her chin barely slid off his glove. My managed to turn her head up and leaned her body back, just barely in time as the glove slid off her chin and went up to the sky.
'Fuck, how could someone react that fast?' A thought quickly ran through his mind as he tried to recover his stance; however, it was too late. My already recovered from dodging the uppercut and used the momentum from her upper body to send a right downward hook against his guard, pushing his body back just enough for him to step over the white line.
"STOP! The match is over." The instructor yelled as he ran in between the two fighters to prevent and stop additional strikes.
The man was resting on his knee, panting heavily after taking a beating. He was a pretty good boxer back in his hometown, had a fair share of dishing out damage and taking some. However, he lacked the experience of fighting against another martial art, especially a martial art as aggressive as Muay Thai.
"Hey, that was a pretty good fight!" A hand was extended toward him. It was his opponent, the freakishly tall girl that beat him up fair and square.
"Ha, thanks, you got some moves yourself too." He took her hand and got back up on his feet with her help.
"I thought that uppercut would have gotten you for sure, didn't expect you to react that fast."
"I was told that I have pretty good reaction time, I guess it helped."
The man chuckled. He extended his hand for a handshake, and My returned the gesture with a solid handshake.
Meanwhile, Chisato was awestruck by the display of strength and skill from My. She didn't expect My to win from the beginning, and she was proven wrong midway through the fight.
'Just how much did she train to join the PMC? She had good stamina, was already skilled at shooting, and was now also skilled at martial arts. Just who are you, My?' The thought lingered on the back of Chisato's mind.
February 19, 2050 - 19:42
After the sparring session, all recruits got to have dinner for an hour before having a free night to themselves. Most of the supervisors encouraged recruits to use some of their free time to do additional workouts in the gigantic gym facility, with heavy emphasis on the "encourage" part.
Chisato did her best to do some additional workout after dinner; however, her body refused to listen to her mind. Saying goodbye to her squadmates in the gym, she left the building and headed back toward the barracks where her squad was staying.
Entering the room and immediately flopping on her bed, Chisato let out a muffled groan. Her entire body was covered in grime, dirt, and sweat. The B.A.D.'s training was rougher than she thought.
She laid in her bed for a short moment before she realized her mistake and immediately got up, checking the blanket and bed cover. 'Thank god, it wasn't dirtied by my clothes,' she thought to herself.
Quickly grabbing a set of PT uniforms that were provided by the company, she headed to the squad's communal bathroom.
She didn't have time to think about this in the morning, but now that she had some time to herself, she realized that the PMC was an even bigger deal than she thought. Black Angels Division prided itself on being the world's largest and most successful PMC to exist after the catastrophic third World War. In the age of geopolitical instability, collapsing global economy, rising terrorism and piracy, the world needed unaffiliated powers to deal with threats and provide security, and Black Angels Division was one of the many PMCs that was born in the aftermath of WW3.
She had read that the PMC had established multiple military installations in various countries - mostly in Asia - and had the financial and military support from some of the largest nations, which included the United States of America, Germany, France, Japan, and the newly established Democratic Coalition of China, which split from the CCP after WW3.
The fact that they could afford to build a large military base in Vietnam's territory, which included a gym large enough to accommodate thousands, and with barracks with separate bathrooms for each squad, was proof that they weren't exaggerating in their advertising and recruitment.
She shook her head to clear herself from her own train of thought and return to the present. She was still stinky and dirty.
Stepping into the shared locker room, she placed her clean clothes on the bench before undressing to her nude, grabbed a towel, and headed into the female bathroom.
A row of empty shower heads and no dividers. Chisato sighed. 'At least the showers were gender separated.' She thought as she opened a shower head and testing the water. It was just warm enough to get herself wet, not too hot, not too cold.
She could feel her aching body relaxing as the water hit her body, washing away the sweat and grime and slowly restoring her smooth skin.
Aside from feeling relaxed, she was also feeling something else. Her crotch felt hot, and juice was flowing from her entrance. Working out the entire day didn't just tire her out; it also made her hornier afterward, and currently, there was no one else here but her.
Chisato tried giving it a short contemplation; however, her horniness took over her senses. 'Fuck it.' Chisato gave in to her feral instinct as her hand went down to her slit.
"Whoa there, what do we have here~"
Chisato almost slipped as she managed to stabilize herself against the wall. She turned around to the entrance of the bathroom.
It was My, not a piece of clothes on her body, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms while staring at Chisato as she was about to do her deed.
"Wh….when did you get here?"
"Been here long enough to see some sexy stuff going on," My said with a grin on her face.
Chisato's face blushed red as a tomato.