The sounds of swords clashing filled the air, followed by the crisp footsteps of shoes with hard soles. The sound of the footsteps walking through the hallway overshadowed that of the swords.
But as they approached the room where the clashing swords could be heard, the sound of the swords started getting louder.
Finally, the person walking arrived at the door of the room. She was a beautiful lady, not more than sixteen, with white hair and silver eyes.
She was dressed in black combat body armor and carried a fine sword on her back. She pushed open the door and walked into the room.
It was an arena, with two fighters battling at the center. One was a bald boy dressed like a monk and using a metal spear, and the other was a boy wielding two swords. He had black hair and a cold expression on his face.
