The sound of metal ringing filled the clearing, reverberating off the walls of the small arena. Two young boys wielding swords dueling in the center.

The taller of the two swings high, toward his opponent's head, but the shorter boy twists his wrist, swinging his sword up and parrying the blow, before sending a knee into the other boy's stomach.

"Match!", shouted a man, walking out from where he was leaning against a wall, "that was a good fight, you two! Thomas, what do I have to tell you every time you lose a match?"

"That there's more to a fight than the blades, sir!" Shouted the taller boy, Thomas.

"That you are, and good job as always, Ethan." The man continued. "And you two are good to go for the day."

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"Thank you, sir!" The other boy shouted back.

They both walked out of the arena, scanning their wrists in the scanner on the wall before walking out, and parting ways with a fist bump.

"Eye Pad, pen, notebook, scabbard, sword, didn't forget anything" Thomas mumbled to himself as he rifled through the bag.

He abesntmindedly shouted his presence stuck his wrist in the scanner beside the door as he walked into his home.

Hearing nothing back, he went up to his room and sat down on his bed, dumping everything out onto it and grabbing the Eye Pad and fitting it onto his right eye.

There was a click sound as it's edges seemed to sink into his skin, before the glass covering his eye gained a slight blue pigment and had small pieces of text appeared on it.

For the moment, he was just checking his inbox for any messages, having only one from Ethan, with the words being nothing but 'Good Match!' Choosing to reply now instead of replying, he tapped the reply button and typed 'You too' into the keyboard that appeared in his sight. 

Absent-mindedly, he scratched his right wris,to, and the become sitting there, as he fell asleep.