Raised From The Wild-Chapter 138: Her Training

The class president pulled a chair for Princess Amaya. He was still young but he was already very tall at 183 centimeters. His face was round and he looked like a typical Lireyan with high nose bridge and tanned skin.

Amaya has a good impression of him because he was very gentlemanly.

They ordered food and while waiting, they asked Amaya how she did her training on archery.

"I started using bows and arrows when I was three years old." Amaya started.

"What? Three years old?" Ronaldo, the class president blurted out.

"Yes, three years old. My Daddy Ibrahim made me a bow that was just a foot long and blunt arrows. I did my first hunt when I was four years old."

The young students’ eyes were as wide as the saucers. Even Julienne found it incredible that a four year old can already hunt. But then Amaya’s growing environment was different from theirs.

"A four year old is just supposed to be playing with dolls and tea sets." A young lad sitting opposite Amaya spoke with a voice that was tinged with sadness.

"But hunting was also fun." Amaya interjected.

"Did you kill animals when you hunt?" A curious voice from the other end of the table was heard.

"When I was four, I only caught small bunnies and made them my playmates. I started hunting for prey when I was eight years old." Amaya was amused by the facial expressions of Donello and his classmates.

"When I was nine, I learned to shoot arrows while riding either my pet tiger or the wolf. So you see, I became good because of constant practice."

Donello’s classmatess nodded as they continued to listen to her.

"Then, how did you tame your tiger and your wolf?"

"For the tiger the mother was wounded and was dying. For the wolf, it is the same thing. So basically, I raised the animals when they were still babies."

"I see. So the animals grew up with you and that was how you are so close to them?" A young lad who was sitting across her asked.

Amaya nodded. "My current tiger and wolf are the offspring of the ones I saved previously. The original pets I have died of old age."

"Princess, is it exciting to live in the jungle? Is it dangerous?"

"Yes, it is exciting. Every turn is full of danger. I had several near death experiences. But my Dad and my animal friends always come at the right time to save me."

The students looked at Amaya strangely. How can she equate excitement with grave danger?

"What is the thing that scare you the most in the jungle? I mean, are you afraid of something?"

Amaya pondered for a while. She did not expect that their lunch would become a question and answer portion, but she would love to share her story to these young ones.

"I dislike the insects that have hairy bodies. I am scared of big animals especially the Anaconda."

The questions to Amaya stopped at the mention of Anaconda. A waiter also came in to deliver their desserts.

Amaya heaved a sigh of relief. She realized she was hungry and focused on her food.

"Princess, can I add you to my contacts?" Ronaldo asked expectantly. He needed to complete his mission of getting the princess’ contact number.

"Sure!" Amaya replied without thinking. It was just sharing her contact number. She recited a string of numbers and the class president happily listed it down.

She heard her cell phone ding. It was an SMS from Ronaldo.

’Nice meeting you princess, here is my number - Ronaldo.’

When the others learned that Ronaldo has gotten the princess’s contact number, they also asked if they can have it.

Amaya’s head ached.

"How about I’ll add her to our group and then you can contact her there?" Donello suggested.

Amaya looked at her appreciatively. He took out his mobile number and added Amaya to their group.

After the meal, they had a group photo taken. Julienne acted as the photographer.

"Where do you want to go, Princess?" Julienne asked her. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Amaya logged into the school’s website. She doesn’t have any event in the afternoon except for fencing. She checked Julienne’s and saw that she will be fighting in the preliminaries of fencing and lawn tennis.

"I will watch your game."

They said goodbye to the group of teenagers and headed to the gym where the fencing competition will be held.

"Didn’t you apply to participate in fencing as well?" Julienne hastened her steps until she was walking side by side with her.

"After I signed up, I watched a few fencing game on the internet and I think I need to train more. Besides, the last time I sparred with my Dad was more than three years ago."

"It is a pity if you forfeit. We still have time. I can spar with you to refresh your memory."

Amaya looked at Julienne gently. She appreciated having a friend like her.

They arrived at the room in the gym where fencing was to be held. Amaya put on the designated gear and took the saber as it resembled the one Ibrahim made for her.

Julienne instructed her on the rules and how to avoid the penalties. Amaya listened carefully and took it to heart.

While Julienne was sparring with her, sometimes Ibrahim’s image would overlap with hers. He made makeshift saber mask which they wore during the times he taught her how to use a saber. He would gently call her out when she made mistakes and taught her which vital points to target.

"Princess, you surprised me. You are much better than I thought. To think that you were considering to forfeit earlier." Julienne found herself panting as she tried to avoid Amaya’s attacks.

"Ha ha ha. You are so aggressive princess. Be gentle with me and don’t exhaust my energy. Let us stop now or I will not be able to play later." Julienne joked. She looked at Amaya at a different light. Who said that she was hailed from the jungle? Who would think that someone who grew up in the jungle would know such a combat sport which demanded speed, anticipation, reflexes and great mental strength?

"My dad taught me everything he knew. He said that he was the school’s champion in fencing when he was in the military." Everytime Amaya talked about her father, her eyes would sparkle. It was apparent how proud she was of her father.

"Look who is here? Don’t tell me you are really serious in participating in fencing? This is not like running or archery. Why don’t you back out now to save you from embarrassing defeat?" A gloating voice filled the room.