Long ago, in a world not dissimilar from our own, seven powerful mysterious weapons were forged. After centuries of dormancy, safely hidden from those who could abuse their power, one man's curiosity drove him to discover the resting place of one su...
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There, two men armed with dull swords chatted with one another, as two young men around Virno's age sparred in a large, circular patch of dirt. One of the men saw him as he approached them.
Jolly man: Well, if it isn't birthday boy! Finally out of bed, are we?
Virno penetrated his gaze with angry eyes.
Virno: Save it, instructor Pocna. I'm in no mood for jokes.
Virno picked up one of the swords from the nearby racks.
Pocna (Jolly man): Ah, one of those days... Very well. You're just in time, we had a sole spectator there waiting for his turn, but with you here you can train together.
Pocna pointed towards a younger boy who was watching the two teenagers fight. He had to be around 13. Virno held his sword up and pointed it towards Pocna.
Virno: It's my birthday, instructor Pocna. I'm not about to fight small fry today... I want to battle you.
The other man that was speaking to Pocna shakes his head, his mouth betraying a slight grin.
Pocna: Heheh... How would your mother feel about that?
Virno got angrier.
Virno: I fail to see why you would even bring her up...!
Pocna tilts his head in the general direction behind Virno. As he turns around, he sees his mother coming their way.
Virno: Oh, come on...
Pocna: Perhaps another day, young sir.
Virno: Another day? Hah... If she's already here, you've nothing to be afraid of!
Virno quickly draws his sword and takes a swing at Pocna. As he already had his blade in hand, he was able to deflect the blow before getting hit.
Pocna: Sir Virno! Stop this at once...!
Virno: On your toes, Pocna! Fight me as you would your worst opponent, I want a real battle today!
Virno wasn't letting up. The two boys who were skirmishing quickly move out of the way, as the field is taken over by Virno and Pocna. Virno relentlessly attacked him, as the instructor attempted to parry and dodge his swings.
Mrs. von Virtus: WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS, YOUNG MAN?!
Virno did not reply. At that moment, all that existed to him was the opponent before him. He and the sword were one, an impenetrable whirlwind of flourishes and slashes. Pocna feared attacking him, as doing so before his own mother would surely spell the end of his career... As such, he did his best to keep dodging and deflecting Virno's strikes.
