The wooden doors creaked as they were pushed forward, revealing the training hall. It was around rather spacious, with the floor being plastered with brown oak planks; surrounded by many cleanly cut stone blocks stacking themselves to form the four stone walls around the training hall. Tre admired the craftsmanship needed to create such a building.
Around 50 young teens were in the middle of the training hall, almost all of them lined up outside a painted white square, and 2 of them stood face to face, donning padded white armour and wooden swords.
They stopped what they were doing and turned towards the entrance upon the sound of the wooden doors creaking, announcing to them that someone had entered.
Standing there were two young teens, one garbing simple black pants and a simple black tunic, their clear, rough limestone skin eminating a sense of ease, while their brown eyes were sharp, expressing a hint of hesitation. His brown hair was pulled back, with some stands escaping down onto his face. The other young man sported short, green hair and looked rather.. simple. There were almost no defining features besides his pristine ivory skin which was a stark contrast to the individual's who was standing beside him.
'They're swordfighting.. I get ki is useful and all, but this is an etiquette school, and some ki techniques can't even be used for fighting. Does Lloyd know about this? How is this normal?'
An older man overseeing the spar raised his hand to announce a pause in the current match, and walked over calmy to the two young men. He was clad in a simple black kimono with the same portrait on the garment that Guac had, picturing some kind of purple flowers with the words "Greenwall etiquette" in large bold letters under. His blige bald head almost shined when approaching the young men letting in the sunlight from outside.
'So this is the instructor. He doesn't seem bad.'
"Guac. You're suspension hasn't ended yet. And who is this boy you've brought in tow?"
The instructor glanced at Guac, his cracked face which resulted from age now facing the young man, as if he had a personal grudge against him; not even paying Tre a second glance.
"Well, since I'm suspended, I was just wandering around and I saw this guy dazed out standing on campus. He's a new student, his name's Tre. Tre, this is instructor Gaize."
Tre looked up at the man, who was slightly taller than his 5' 8" frame.
"Hello. I came here recen-"
"I don't care. You're new, so you haven't gotten evaluated, correct? Grab a wooden sword over there, put on some armor. Oh and, before that, come over here and circulate your ki through this ball. I need to know how well you can use ki before letting you spar."
The man walked over to a glass ball standing atop a table with a blue cloth draped over it.
'Huh? He seriously just asked me a question, answered it himself, and decided for me to fight someone without me even saying a thing. I hate people like him.'
The instructor glared at Guac, standing around 10 feet away, calling out to him;
"You get over here too, Guac."
Guac gave out a small sigh before heading over behind Tre.
Arriving at the table, the intructor stood opposite the table, with the glass ball sitting in the midde, unmoving.
"So what do I do here?"
The instructor gave him a half-confused glance, with the other glance being a bit fed up with both of them at this point, for some reason.
"Huh? What do you mean what do you do? Circulate your ki through obviously. Don't act dumb to delay this."
'Ah, is that all? I have the bare minimum skill to atleast force my ki in a certain direction.'
Putting his hands forward, Tre strained his hands, pushing all the ki he could control towards the ball. The sphere began emitting a soft red glow, before growing more and more, uncontrollably and more erratic.
The instructor's face looked on, full of surprise. The people who were onlooking the perviously commenced spar, and those included in said spar, gasped loudly.
"What..? How? This control is worse than that of a small child? No, even then, that's undermining what a small child could do. How the hell did you even get in here?"
Tre looked blankly at the old man without a hint of surprise on his face. This was not the first time he heard those words.
"What do you mean how did I get in here? This isn't a school made to train kids to fight you geezer, it's an etiquette school. Get your head on right and get off my back."
The instructor twiched his eye slightly at this seemingly incompetent student scolding him.
"This might not be based around fighting, but it's a damn good component of it. This kingdom is in need of good warriors that can fight, especially ones who can materialise ki, similar to the knights of the royal palace. Not people like.. you."
Tre scoffed upon hearing this, turning away to grab the wooden sword and training equipment to join the spar waitlist as per the instructor's one-sided orders.
Guac and the instructor conversed back and forth about something Tre couldn't be bothered to hear, before a bright white light was emitted, visible even to Tre who had his back turned to them at this point. Turning around, the ball was glowing like Guac had captured the essence of the sun in his hands.
A few gasps were once again heard from the group of students, but this time they sounded slightly different.
The instructor's lips curved upwards slightly, before being dismissed.
"Incredible, as always, Guac."