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Chapter Thirty-Two - Dichotomy

"Don't see why we can't even spar yet.." you grumbled under your breath, a sheen of sweat covering your exposed skin as you landed punch after punch unto a sandbag.

"You just got here! What is the rush?" Reinhardt questioned, his loud voice reverberating through the gym.

Today was your first real day of training, and honestly, you had expected more. A lot more. Talon had you training from the ass crack of dawn til you collapsed at night, it paid off for the most part, but dear god were you exhausted from it. Overwatch was a bit more lenient. Most of the agents were well acquainted with military training, and those who were a bit newer were naturally taught by the more seasoned agents, so there wasn't exactly a need for an assigned trainer like in Talon.

Instead, the newer recruits, especially you and Arturo, just needed to be supervised by a superior, or in that case literally anyone who wasn't a Talon agent a few weeks ago.

The people accompanying you on that particular day were Reinhardt, Genji, Brigette, Cassidy and a new face, a man named Baptiste. You had heard of him a few times, and his look was quite recognizable with rich dark skin, coily black hair, a goatee, and the face of a complete charmer. He sort of reminded you of Cassidy, though his flirting was much more subtle than the Cowboy's. Baptiste seemed like a sweet guy, but you hadn't yet spoken to him, only catching on to the end of his conversations.

You groaned, taking a break from your sandbag to rub your eyes, "But my body's used to sparinggggg."

Reinhardt could only laugh at your indignation, also taking a breather from his bench press, "You will have your time soon! Try to enjoy your chance to get stronger, yes?"

You only grumbled in response, the noise in between a 'yes sir' and an 'alright'. The tall man shook his head with a smile at your childish response. He was like you once, over eager to experience battle, to feel the valor and pride that came with it, though one day he learned the true meaning of war.

Your eyebrows furrowed a bit as you regained your stance and winded back a fist before throwing it to the sandbag, receiving a decent swing back in return. You continued this for some time, enough time to dampen your clothes and parch your throat of water.

You were going to continue, but the calling of your name catches you off guard, you recognize the voice as Reinhardts. With a small spin of the heel, you see him standing by the benches speaking to Cassidy and Genji, his large hand motioning for you to approach.

"Isn't it time for a break?" He calls, adjusting a small towel that was rung around his neck, helping to collect the excess sweat from his exercise, "you've been at it for hours."

You smirked and rolled your eyes, he was a good convincer for being so concise in wording.

"Oh come on," you began, weaving your way through machines to be closer to him and the others, "that's a grave exaggeration."

"Hardly," Cassidy jutted in, his hat being held in his off hand and fashioned like a fan, making his hair blow in the small breeze.

"You don't have to be training that hard all the time," he drawled, leaning back onto the wall behind him, "it's making me tired."

The other agents in the gym had either made their way over to where the three of you stood, or began to actually pay attention to the conversation. Baptiste was one of the two who had approached along with Brigette, you kept a small look out for either of them as you hadn't yet gotten the opportunity to introduce yourself, despite already knowing each other's names.