The full moons light shines upon the image of a boy 16-18 years of age with blood soaked fists and mud splashed clothes in a clearing close to the forest, behind his lays the body of his opponent or opponents as a group of 16 high schoolers were either laying down unconscious or groaning in pain from the various cuts, bruises and broken bones in their bodied.

“What the hell did I do to achieve this *sigh* my only wish was to have a normal school life”

The boys figure disappears into the darkness *rustle* *rustle* two figures emerge from the forests the sorter person asks.

“What do you think of him Steven” (????)

“Very active for his age, but too rough skill wise master” (Steven)

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“I see lets get going shall we its getting late” (Master)

As if it was an illusion both the figures disappear with the wind……………………….

Its short but its just the beginning........................................

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