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After lunch, Four leads us to a new room. It’s huge, with<br />
a wood floor that is cracked and creaky and a large circle<br />
painted in the middle. On the left wall is a green board—<br />
a chalkboard. My Lower Levels teacher used one, but I<br />
haven’t seen one since then. Maybe it has something to do<br />
with Dauntless priorities: training comes first, technology<br />
comes second.<br />
Our names are written on the board in alphabetical<br />
order. Hanging at three-foot intervals along one end of<br />
the room are faded black punching bags.<br />
We line up behind the punching bags, and Four stands<br />
in the middle, where we can all see him.<br />
“As I said this morning,” says Four, “next you will learn<br />
how to fight. The purpose of this is to prepare you to act;<br />
to prepare your body to respond to threats and challenges—which<br />
you will need, if you intend to survive life<br />
as a Dauntless.”<br />
I can’t even think of life as a Dauntless. All I can think<br />
about is making it through initiation.<br />
“We will go over technique today, and tomorrow you will<br />
start to fight each other,” says Four. “So I recommend that<br />
you pay attention. Those who don’t learn fast will get hurt.”<br />
Four names a few different punches, demonstrating<br />
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