Weight of the World-p.r.s

31-old habits die hard

a/n: this chapter contains minor nsfw, only the last two paragraphs of the chapter, but I wanted to tell y'all, so feel free to skip it if you want! On a completely unrelated note, I have a playlist for Weight of the World on Spotify, which I left the code for in the media.

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Training with Emily was... different for Brooke. Not in a bad way at all, as the yellow ranger was always a good person to have around, but just different. While Jayden was usually teaching her, which involved getting hit by a training sword repeatedly and flirting with him until he seemingly short-circuited, Brooke was now teaching Emily. It made her realize that Jayden really did have the patience of a saint because she was starting to get tired. But still, she tried not to show it, because Emily was already apologizing enough for things she didn't even have to apologize for. Brooke also didn't want to be mean to her, as the yellow ranger was figuratively the baby of the group. Not that it was a bad thing, but Emily's life was vastly different from hers, in many ways.

It almost made Brooke jealous- she wished she had that childhood innocence and naïveity. Though, she knew Emily had her own hardships to deal with, that her life wasn't perfect by any means. It was just that she had such a positive outlook, when she wasn't constantly apologizing and doubting her abilities, that is. Training with Emily was a slow process, but Brooke tried to be patient, even though she knew she should've been in bed over an hour ago. She should've been in Jayden's arms over an hour ago, and she, somewhat shamefully, missed the familiar warmth that he radiated. However, Brooke shook those thoughts out of her head, knocking Emily's training sword out of her hand with a simple flick of her wrist.

The training sword clattered onto the wooden floor is the outdoor dojo, the younger blonde staring at the wooden sword in confusion. Her eyes flickered from the training sword to Brooke, whose eyes flashed as she quirked a brow. "Everythin' alright? You look like I just grew a second head." She asked, lazily spinning her own training sword in her hand.

"Yeah, you just caught me off guard. I'm sorry-" Emily started, but was quickly cut off by Brooke holding up a finger.

"Stop apologizing. You don't need to be sorry for making mistakes. Shit happens," Brooke scolded, shaking her head slightly. "Honestly, I'm not cut out for this teaching thing anyways, it's just different for me. I've made accommodations to my fighting style because I'm a shifter, and it would take some serious time and energy to pick apart what I do to fight and why I do it. It's not you at all, it's me." She reassured Emily because that was partially true. Since the yellow ranger was fully human, it would be incredibly difficult for her to have the type of move set that the silver did. It just physically wasn't possible, in multiple aspects. Not unless Emily woke up one day and just was a shifter. Which, there would be more problems than just Brooke's fighting style.

Emily just nodded firmly, picking up her training sword from where it was laying on the ground. "Can we go again?" She requested, already settling into a fighting stance before Brooke could even think of a response.

"Sure, sunshine. Just come at me like you usually do, okay? Don't overthink it," Brooke advised, settling into her fighting stance. Her ankle was starting to throb, mostly from the repeated abuse of being awake and on her feet for most of the day. So, she just shifted her weight to her good ankle, but she knew it was messing up her stance. If it were Jayden who was teaching her, she knew she'd already would be on the ground at this point. But, Brooke didn't voice that aloud, or her genuine pain or exhaustion. She was overdoing it- but it was for Emily. She wanted to see the yellow ranger be proud of herself. "Alright, come at me." Grey eyes flashed, the silver and yellow rangers launching into their umpteenth sparring match of the night.