A plain feild, dead bloody human body's all lifeless on the dirt ground. Two people stand, breathing faster each swing.
"ha.. give up.. its useless your almost dead fool."
"then die with me, just like the rest of your people on the dirt ground."
Multiple swings slashes from both sides but none connected. One was severely injured while another was badly beaten up, if one had viewed this fight they would've expected both sides to fall down in exhaustion.. of course they would be wrong.
"alright thats it for the day, tomorrow i will tell more." Said a old man in his late 40s as he got up from his wooden chair surrounded by young kids.
"Thank you sensi!" the Multiple students yelled with respect as they walked out the exit.
The place was a dojo that use to be a old home that was modified by the owner, The owner was the only master who taught the students at the dojo a old man who occasionally told storys about his past.