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[Akiro Newe]

Akiro was walking peacefully down too the sparring court. He was wearing his uniform. His Eight Division symbol on the back of his shirt. He felt that today was a good day, so he went to get some training. He wanted to at least find someone there to go against. He might learn a few tricks. His sword was on his back and he wanted too test it out. He walked into the sparring court and was ready. He pulled out his blade, the blade was shinning in the sun. He got into his stance, his right leg back and his left leg forward. He charged for one of the brown dummy's and began to strike it. Akiro's sword slash through the dummy so easily. He began too cut more and more dummy's each in a differ way. A few minutes later, Akiro went to take a seat. He was very exhausted from his training. He put back his sword in his sheath. "Is there anyone strong enough to face me"?

[Akiro Newe]

It was a hot sunny day today. The birds were chirping and flowers had blossom. Akiro had hate summer because of the kindness in the air. The only season he loved was winter were bitter cold. He had remeber what new move he learned from training. About 7mins later, he went back to his training. He had pulled his blade out of the sheath and glared at the wood which he was going to chop to peices. He had began to charged for the wood. But, as soon as he charge for the wood, he had already chop it he was at the other side of the wood.

"That was a waste of my training" he had said in a bitter tone. He waited to have a real spar not slicing wood everyday. Was it that he was to weak or was he too strong. He took a deep breath and sat on the green bench. He put his blade right back in the sheath. After a while he was sitting there waiting for someone or something too come.