AN: This is for those who want training. Here you go before you bug me. I kept it brief.

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  [Ice Mastery]

  It was early m, just after suhe grounds of the academy were quiet, still covered in a yer of frost from the previous night. I stood in the middle of the field, hands raised, feeling the raw energy of the ice mutation course through me. The cold didn't bother me anymore—not that it ever did since abs the ability—but now I had full trol.

  "Yettier," Jean said, standing off to the side, bundled up in a jacket. Her breath fogged up in the cold air.

  "Better?" I repeated with a smirk. "I think I've moved past 'better.' Watch this."

  I focused, extending my hand out in front of me. The air chilled instantly, and within seds, ied beh my feet, spreading outward in a perfect circle. With a small push, I lifted off the ground, gliding on a trail of ice like it was sed nature. Jean watched, her arms crossed, eyebrows raised in approval.

  "Okay, show off. What else you do?" she teased.

  I grinned, pushing off from the id ung myself higher into the air, creating a ptform beh me. Walking in the air, like some sort of frozen acrobat, I twisted and turned, f bridges of i midair. It felt incredible, the power at my fiips. But the real test came when I stopped showing off.

  "Alright, enough pying around," Jean called out. " you maintain that trol in battle?"

  I dropped down, nding lightly in the snow. "I handle anything that es my way."

  She smiled. "Good. Because I want to see how fast you form defeructures when you're under pressure. You o be able to think on your feet, not just when it's a quiet m like this."

  With a simple gesture of her hand, I suddenly felt the pressure. Telekiic force—courtesy of Jean's mind—pushed against me. It wasn't overwhelming, but it wasn't meant to be easy either.

  My hands shot up instinctively, and a thick wall of ied in front of me just in time to stop her invisible attack. But I didn't stop there. I knew Jean, and I knew she wasn't done. I summoned another wall behihen to my left and right. The ice ed around me in a perfect sphere.

  "You 't just block," she shouted from outside the dome. "You o move, attack, and defend all at once!"

  Her telekiic force pressed harder against the dome, crag it. I could feel the strain as I pushed more energy into the ice, thiing it, and reinf it. Then I grinned, realizing what I had to do.

  I let the dome shatter, and as it did, I created a rail of ice, ung myself out of the danger zone and f a jagged, spear-like structure of i midair. In one fluid motion, I sent it hurtling toward Jean, careful not to aim too close. She blocked it easily with a telekiic shield, of course, but the look on her fae she was impressed.

  "Not bad," she said with a smirk.

  "I aim to please," I replied, nding smoothly ba the ground.

  It took around three months or so to fight using ice power. I ow freely manipute ice without any focus. It's just like breathing and besides fighting, I learned a few other tricks, like ging my body into water or snow dust for a few minutes.

  However, my most powerful achievement was something deadly. It's like a trump card. I call it Beyond Zero. It's an ice zohat's all I say for now.

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  [Psychic mastery]

  If there was one power that really messed with my head, it sylocke's psychic abilities. trolling minds, maniputing thoughts—it was -level stuff. But over time, I had learo navigate the plexities of the mental p wasn't easy, and Jean had been instrumental in helping me.

  We were in the Danger Room, the space set up to simute various battle sarios. This time, though, it wasn't about bat. It was about trol.

  "Focus on the energy," Jean instructed, standing across from me, her voice calm but firm. "You o reato the mind without overwhelming it. It's not about brute force."

  I closed my eyes, reag out with my mind, feeling for the invisible threads of thought that ected us. Slowly, I felt Jean's presence—like a gentle breeze against my skin. But instead of pushing in, I held back, h just at the edge of her sciousness.

  "Good," she said, her voice eg in my head now. "Now, I want you to visualize a door. A small one, something simple."

  I did as she asked. In my mind's eye, a door appeared—pin, wooden, unassuming.

  "Now open it, but carefully," she tinued. "You don't want to force your way in. Just… look around."

  I reached for the haurning it gently. As the door creaked open, I could feel a rush of thoughts, memories, aions. It was overwhelming at first, like standing in the middle of a crowded room. But I focused, filtering through the noise, pig out individual memories. Some were old—Jean's childhood which was kinda hazy as if a barrier was surrounding that part of her memories, then her first days at the academy. Others were more ret—our training sessions, and versations with the other X-Men.

  Then, there were those memories of the time we spent together over the past months...

  And the way her face lights up when she smiles

  The way her hair feels between my fingers

  The sound of her ugh.

  Each thought, each image—so vivid and clear. I could see it all, feel everything.

  The fun good one was the se where Jean was running around her room, trying to figure out which dress to wear for the movie night. But the most surprising memory of all was my own face reflected back at me through her eyes. Looking back at the memories, the smile on my lips grew bigger with each sed. It was like opening up airely new world—one where nothing was hidden or fotten.

  "Stop staring at those parts," Jean's voice came to my mind as she appeared beside me and quickly hid those memories.

  "Ah! Is that why you were 40 mie?" I smirked.

  "Shut up! Besides, that movie was a crap," She pined.

  "Wait! Who chose that movie? Right, you."

  "How would I know that they botched such a good series?!"

  "I did tell you..." I said and received a mental knoy head.

  "This was supposed to be about trol and focus. So, trate on that. And that part is off-limits from now on. Oh, and don't try to find those memories of me ging clothes or dang in the shower unless you don't love having that head over your shoulder," She said teasingly.

  "Heh! Dang in the shower, huh?"

  "Focus!"

  "Yes, ma'am!"

  But before I could do so, Jean vanished, leavianding there with only a mental reminder:

  Stay out of those parts.

  It wasn't that easy, especially knowing what was in there. But I could tell I was improving.

  After a while, I pulled back, closing the door behind me.

  When I opened my eyes, Jean was watg me with a proud smile. "You did well. It's all about subtlety. The stronger your trol, the more you'll be able to use this in real bat situations."

  I nodded, wiping the sweat from my brow. "It's… intense. I'm not used to this kind of mental strain."

  She smiled. "You'll get there. Just remember, it's not about domination. It's about uanding."

  This power took around five months to master. Although using Psionic bsts and swords was kinda easy, the memory manipution and reading thoughts, in that area was too hard. For the first two months, the voices were too overwhelming, like a noisy crowd speaking all at once, and those psychic dreams... The fug nightmares I've had over the nights... Anyway, after the Professor taught me to filter the voices, I got better. Now, everything is normal and I read others minds. Yay!

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  [Phasing Mastery]

  Kitty's phasing ability was a game-ger. It wasn't fshy like ice or psychic powers, but it was versatile. Being able to walk through walls, escape traps, or avoid attacks—it opened up a whole new world of possibilities.

  "Alright, it's simple," Jean had expined during one of our sessions. "You just rex, let go, a yourself pass through. Don't overthink it."

  We were in the academy's lower levels, standing in front of a solid metal wall.

  "Easy for you to say," I muttered, eyeing the wall. "You've had your power for years. It must have taken a long time to learn your telekinesis and mind reading skill, right?"

  She grinned. "Yeah, but you are a fast learhan anyone here. You do it. Now, just phase through."

  I took a deep breath, focused, and walked toward the wall. For a sed, I felt the resistance, like pushing through thick air. But then, my body slipped through, and I emerged oher side.

  "See?" Jean called out, her voice muffled by the wall between us. "Told you it was easy!"

  I phased back through, shaking my head. "Still freaky, though."

  She ughed. "You'll get used to it. Just wait until you try it in bat. It's a lifesaver."

  Over the few months, I practiced phasing in every possible sario—esg traps in the Danger Room, dodging attacks during sparring sessions, even sneaking into pces I wasn't supposed to be. It became sed nature. Thanks to that I was able to copy almost everyone's power. It's stable for now with no side-effects so far. But I 't use them all recklessly. I gotta be careful in this matter. Anyway, I'm training those powers o a time.

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