Wraith looked around and readied himself in a fighting stance, ready for whatever the AI would throw at him. Training sword in hand, he looked around, looking for some indication of what was coming.
He was in his training room, a room specifically designed to throw everything it had at him and focus on his weaknesses. A squadron of make-believe soldiers came out of nowhere and shot at him, Wraith blocking and dodging their shots. A bullet stung him in the side, and he cursed himself for being so careless.
He wasn't wearing armor when he trained, not even his helmet or his complicated mess of a HUD. He had no adversion to wearing these, far from it, actually, but he couldn't become too reliant on it, no matter how reliable it was. Nothing was more reliable than his own hands, his own skill. He needed to keep it sharp, no matter how good he was with the suit, it would all be a lie if he had to rely on it for everything.
Despite that, he missed it.
He ran across the simulated plain agonizingly slow, his lack of speed rewarded by a couple of close calls with bullets, which he either dodged or blocked. He ran into the line of footmen, breaking their ranks and dispatching a few of them with easy cuts to the neck or chest. He flipped his sword so that he was holding it backhand, and whirled around, scything down enemies around him, buying himself enough time to draw his other, shorter sword, which he held in his left hand.
It was on now.
He whirled around in a deadly dance, cutting down soldiers with almost ease.as he finished the rest of them, cutting down the last one with a slice vertically in his chest, and then pressed the button on his sword which ended the simulation.
He walked out of the training room, depositing his training swords on a rack outside and took in his workshop.
There were several long , low tables littered with projects. Above him was his personal fighter, kept in place by a complex mechanism that prevented it from falling to the ground below. The floor was padded and had movable tables scattered throughout because he preferred to be on the floor while working and normally moved about quite a lot. In the corners of the room there were cameras for security, and also so that he could watch back some of the tests of his projects.
His suit was hanging on a series of wires that would move it around when he was making upgrades, as it was often too heavy for him to move around easily.
He sighed and sat down at one of his tables, working on an accuracy upgrade for his standard-issue magnum so that he might be able to start using it. He also ordered his 3d printer to make more kunai, as he was running out. He needed to be more careful with those...