Conflagration

I

The bottom of his heavy shoes made a remarkably loud, but an ear pleasing sound, as they hit the cold stone floor of the long hallway.

The armor atop of him was seemingly heavy and every few moments it clashed together making a small sound.

The chilly morning breeze that had squeezed itself in, through the small cracks on the walls, greeted him, though he could not feel it through the heavy armor he had on. It was a shame. It has been so long since he had actually felt anything of the nature in his bare skin.

Scent, taste, touch. He had almost forgotten them all.

Finally, after what felt like an ever looping hallway, he stepped outside to the brightness. Good goddesses, how can the sun be so bright already, if it is merely seven in the morning?

He walked through the old fighting grounds, that were in the state of ruin. It was quite a nostalgic feeling indeed.

He drawed his enormously huge wind cleaver from it's case behind his back and positioned it in front of him, whilst still keeping his hands tightly on the tip of it. He stretched his arms and stabbed the sharp edge of the sword into the ground. He sepreated his legs from another a bit and stood in a handsome posture.

He waited for a short moment before he finally saw young men enter the arena. He did not tilt his head much, only to quickly calculate the amount of trainees. They all seemed to know what to do, without even him having to mention. That was quite surprising.

After some time passed, he believed every men had entered the training grounds. He stood still for a moment and scanned the men who all seemed to look either extremely horrified or ambitious.

You morons, do you have any idea what have you gotten yourselves into?!
That was the only thing that passed through his mind as he looked into the eyes of the trainees.

Suddenly, he bowed deeply. And to his surprise, every single one of his new students immediately bowed right back at him. "Master" escaped through their lips loudly as they paid respect.

A retort could be heard under his heavy mask as he slowly rised his sword upward. He pinned it onto the neck of the young man that was standing closest to him. "And you are?" He asked coldly.

He gulped loudly. "Komali, my master!" He then shouted closing his eyes and placing his hand onto his heart.
The sword was soon released from his neck, he did not have the nerves to sigh from relief however.

"Who are you!?" The same shouting continued soon after.

"Osfala, Sir!"

Only a couple trainees remain. It had been the slowest moving introduction ceremony he had ever been onto. He was quite annoyed at this point.
He had not seen potential in anyone's eyes so far.

A young lad with sapphire blue eyes and light hair was next to be named. And as usual, the wind cleaver was pinned against his neck. Even with more power than to the others, because the weapon's wielder was quite frustrated. "Who the hell are you?" He asked lacking any emotion.

"Link!" The young boy shouted in reverse.

"You have no need to shout, Link." He responded back with his ever so chilling voice. "Tell me, why is it, that you are here today?" He continued shortly after.