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The Nemesis gave him an apprentice, and he did not know what to think of it. The two had some heated conversations in the past, yet he still trusted the former Stratego with the young of his group. The Hunter laughed under his breath. It was his loss if Stryker-kun did not become the perfect soldier for his game. For now the League met his needs, but Omega did not know how much longer he would remain with League before moving on for he could not remain in the League if his work called him elsewhere. Stryker-kun would be a hobby of sorts, if Omega liked him. He turned his head to where the trainee's slept in search of a silhouette gliding through the waning shadows of the early morning.
Eyes only a shade mismatched stared back at Omega not long after he began his search for his Trainee. It wasn't quite eagerness that drove the tom to make sure he was awake early. He was of course ready to begin training, but Stryker-kun had never much been the sort to get excited. Especially since this would really be the beginning of his formal training, despite moons being spent as a trainee. He slid to his paws as he met Omega's searching gaze, arching his back in a stretch before picking his way to the older tom. He had already grown into himself, with lean muscle and a sharp, calculating look just under the surface, and he was ready for a name to match his age. He gave his mentor a brief nod, quickly sizing him up in the same gesture, before he asked, "So, where are we going to begin?"
