Chapter 3: Training with master
Inside the massive headquarters of the Rangers Association, the building boarded at least fifty training facilities, each equipped with reinforced materials designed to withstand the intense power and force generated during the Rangers' rigorous training.
The room Tyson entered was one of the largest in the entire complex, reserved only for the elite. It was a place where the strongest of the strong honed their skills, a testament to the high standards upheld by the Association.
The walls were lined with thick, durable panels capable of absorbing the impact from even the most powerful strikes, while the floors were padded with a material that could cushion any fall, ensuring the safety of those who pushed their limits. This was no ordinary training ground; it was a sanctuary for the warriors in training, where the boundaries of human strength were tested to their breaking point.
Tyson stepped into the vast training room and immediately spotted Alex, who was already geared up in his tight fitting black rubber suit. The suit was issued for Rangers during training and combat scenarios, designed to optimize performance in high-stakes environments. Made from a highly evolved rubber substance, it offered a perfect balance of durability and flexibility, enabling Rangers to move with heightened precision and agility.
Unlike regular cotton clothes, which restricted actions and made Rangers vulnerable in battle, the combat rubber suit enhanced reflexes and improved the wearer's combat instincts. It was more than just a uniform—it was a vital tool in a Ranger's arsenal. When worn, it could boost battle performance by up to 10 percent, a crucial advantage in both training and real combat situations.
Most Rangers wore the suit daily, especially those stationed at the headquarters, where they spent most of their time either training or waiting for the chance to prove their skills against rogue elements.
Tyson's muscles flexed beneath the rubber suit as he stretched the fabric tightening over him.
The faint white glow of the triangular Meta-bot on his chest pulsed softly, its light syncing with his movements.
Alex, always confident, tapped his red watch. Tyson caught the subtle shift in his posture just before Alex twisted his wrist, activating the watch.
A circular surface emerged from the device and hovered in front of Alex's palm, ready to transform him into the iconic Red- black Ranger. The process was quick, efficient, and almost second nature to him by now.
"How about a spar," Alex said with a sly grin, his voice teasing. "Unless you're afraid of me"