Finsley was crying. He was curled up gripping his sheets and covering his face with his white blanket afraid to show his vulnerable self.
The rest of kids were still in the function hall listening to Resh with their mood somber because of Finsley's choice and the previous altercation.
The Silver haired boy cried relentlessly, he felt like he cut off the limbs of his soul and heart. He felt lonely, yet funnily enough the said limbs were crying with him albeit in the function hall.
They cried and cried until their hearts got accustomed and recovered. They simultaneously wiped their tears, Jhaun and Shin hugged eachother, while Finsley was looking at his pale hand that held the blue scabbard.
An image of his bloody hand holding his mother's popped in his head then quickly disappeared as he willed it to. He grimaced and went back to his cold facade.
He wiped the residual tears and sat up.
He laid down the blue scabbard that was longer than his 10 year old arm. He studied the Cryptic Patterns colored in captivating azure. It was runes the runes of a dead language in the Dream realm. Weirdly he felt familiar with the symbols..
He was taught moderate knowledge about the runes by Teresa but this particular set of runes he was seeing wasn't taught by her once, yet it felt very familiar..
'Oh well, gonna stress about that as soon as I get out of here.'
And he did..
***
A few days passed and everyone who joined the sect got settled nicely, in fact the day after tomorrow will be the first day of their training.
The housing that was filled with children chattering all about was gone, leaving only the few younger ones and Jhaun.
So he was alone not only because he kept away in the corner of the giant room, but also because the other kids was always visiting the trainees sector, they too will also miss their families and friends so by spending their last moments with eachother they cherished their last moments together in the process.
But he didn't have family anymore. He cut off his remaining few, and he was really never close with the rest unlike most of the orphans. He only kept close to Jhaun and Shin maybe Megalee, Cera, his sister Faye, Lloyd and his former friend that got adopted before..
So he trained alone in the blank space of the corner he was at. He imagined his previous spar with his rival.
***
In his eyes and mind, it was a sunny day filled with cheers from the surrounding children who was spectating from the willow tree. He glanced at the caregiver but Teresa gave him an indifferent dominating stare. It looked like the eyes were telling him not to hold anything back, not like he was gonna anyways..
Especially because he was battlling with his rival in terms of combat Jhaun Marcus..
They both were sharing the top spot in their age bracket. The combat rankings that were displayed in the orphanage's cafeteria kept eating at the children's egos forcing them to be stronger and work harder.
Teresa had a lot of tricks like this for caring and training her children. From lullabies and chants to having authority over others, of course except for her.
So everytime Jhaun, Shin and Finsley ate.
The three of them always stared at the top of the display. Always having Shin at the Third top spot while Jhaun and Finsley kept exchanging the First and Second spot.
This made the three more driven especially the latter two, as now that the bracket reset was gonna happen in a month and this is gonna be their last spar of the season acting as their tie breaker. After many wins and losses at almost the end of every season they always were e equal in terms of wins and losses.
Thus these final spars of them was highly anticipated by the housemates of the orphanage.
***
Finsley In the present closed his eyes and focused he absorbed everything that happened albeit he modified it to match their present heights.
He slowly gripped his scabbard and zoned out, enthralled by his focus.
***
The image of Jhaun was clear, he was wearing his Brown and Pastel green summer clothing, his face sweating by the tension and heat. His wooden long sword gripped tightly by his brown rugged hands..
But Finsley didn't buy it. Jhaun was making him underestimate him, and it was very effective. Past and present alike, Finsley knew Jhaun very well and knew that he was fooling him, yet he couldn't help but slightly underestimate him. That was always the deciding factor of Jhaun's wins. Whether the amount of cunningness overwhelms Finsley offensive aptitude or vice versa.
Finsley put on a defensive stance to change things up a bit and gripped his wooden Katana. The weapon he was most familiar with..