Chapter 188 Sams Training I (2/2)
The Community Outreach Programme was simple. The third years of Sakura Academy would be involved in a community service programme during the school holidays.
The purpose was to get the kids to help in shelters: from basic reading programme to caring of residents.
It would help the students to foster some self-awareness and, hopefully, to be more empathetic to the less fortunate. The activity would also alleviate the reputation of Sakura Academy in the community.
The whole programme would only be for two weeks and is to be implemented the following year. Thus, this year, they needed more data.
”Yes, that's the gist of it,” Kyle said, ”You'll be coming here everyday to keep Ms. Rheia company. Her medical records show that she needs constant care and basic company. Of course, you won't be here to do that but down here, for training.”
”Then the reports?” Sam asked.
”I'll be doing them, of course,” Kyle said nonchalantly, ”I know Auntie Rheia quite well and all that - well, I'll be writing it in the same way as you do, so Principal Godric wouldn't suspect anything.”
”You ... you mean you're going to imitate my style of writing?” Sam asked, looking at Kyle with wide eyes.
”Yes, of course,” Kyle answered, ”I've read enough of your reports in Sage Class to be able to grasp your writing style.”
Kay patted Kyle's shoulder and said, ”That's not quite normal, you know. Can't you see Sam's rather taken aback by the way you're just taking it for granted?”
Kyle blinked.
Oh. Yes. That's true. He had been so caught up in studying Sam, figuring out how to reveal things about MIB slowly without shocking him, that he completely forgot about the more mundane stuff. Such as, how certain things he did were rather abnormal.
Forging documents had merely been one of the skills he learned and honed, thus copying Sam's writing style was nothing. He could even copy Sam's handwriting and signature if needed to.
This skill helped him a lot during his younger days as he was too young to be able to hire people or purchase things.
His Dad, Patrick, had unknowingly 'signed' a lot of things back then.
Kyle coughed embarrassingly, something unusual for him.
”Well, yeah,” Kyle grinned sheepishly, ”Sorry about that. Since you know a lot of my secrets already, I was a bit careless.”
”But, back to the matter at hand, we've got you covered,” Kyle said, ”You'll also go through basic fitness regime which would include exercises and a diet. Hence, the two hours will be fully utilised.”
”Diet?” Sam queried, ”Am I fat?”
”No, no,” refuted Kay, ”Not to lose weight. It is to increase fitness and health. Yes, you will lose any excess fat and replace it with muscle. Essentially, since you will be training, your body must be at its optimum as well.”
”Okay,that makes sense,” Sam said, ”When do I start?”
”LUCKA!” Kyle shouted, leaning back on his chair so that it was on two legs as he peered through the door on his left, ”Sam's all yours.”
”What?! Now?!” Sam gasped.
”Nothing better than the present,” Kyle said with a smile.
Sam looked up as Lucka walked in, gesturing to Sam and said, ”Come on, choose a weapon.”
Sam turned towards Kyle and Kay, his mouth agape then back at Lucka. Was he serious? A weapon? Taking a deep breath, he got up, straightened his shirt and said, ”Okay, let's do this.”
As he passed by Kyle, he stopped to ask, ”I've been meaning to ask ... MIB? Like, Men In Black?”*
”Yup,” Kyle said, ”Aren't we like the MIB? We are an organisation that doesn't exist.”
Sam nodded. That made sense.
As Sam walked resolutely towards the weapons room, Sam couldn't help but feel that with each step, he was going forth to a new future. One that was both exciting and scary.
But one which Sam wanted with his entire being, despite the danger.
It was just too exciting to ignore.