Arrival

After the first three classes ended, Ichiro went to the cafeteria to eat his lunch. He had it prepared from home, since he absolutely hated cafeteria food. He sat down on a stair and started eating his sandwich. Usually, he'd sit with the one friend he got, but he was sick, which sucked for Ichiro, but at the same time didn't bother him so much. He watched the popular girls and boys gossiping about other popular kids in school. He couldn't stand them. 'They do nothing yet they think they're the superior ones. Bullshit', he thought while taking another bite of his food.

He finished eating in a couple minutes and he had about 15 minutes left until the bell rang, so he decided to go outside for a bit. He started walking in the school yard, seeing kids from different classes playing different games, talking.

'Hell if I know how they got so much energy', he mumbled while watching the little kids. He sat down, his back against the wall and pulled out a cigarette from his pack.

'I guess this is the last one', he said without energy. He lit it up and continued watching the kids. He didn't really feel joy in anything, that's why he started smoking a week before. He hoped that the courses at the Dojo he was going to attend would change that.

When the bell rang, he stood up and went to class. 'Another boring 3 hours. Maybe I'll sleep for a bit', he thought.

The three last classes went pretty well. Pretty fast, if you'd ask Ichiro who slept through every single one of them. He was heading to the Dojo as he was mumbling about the possible outcomes. For context, he got a random got 5 days before and he decided to answer. He was asked if he was interested in participating in a course which was going to teach him a way to control his Soul. He knew about Souls and he was well aware that his control sucked. Even if it seemed a little suspicious, he accepted it, not having much to lose. As he started walking faster, his thoughts left him and he concentrated on his "goal".

Once he arrived at the Dojo, he walked in and an old man greeted him.

'Welcome, young one. How may I be of service to you?', he asked. Ichiro looked at the man weirdly and answered.

'I'm here for the exam.... Who are you?'

'I'm the one who called you here, your... Sensei you could say. My name is Wu, if it makes you more comfortable'

'I understand then. Will I start the exam now?'

'You already did', Wu said, smiling slightly.

The floor started shaking below Ichiro as he pulled his sword out. 'What do I even do now?', he thought. He had very few spells and skills to choose from and falling in an endless hole wasn't helping.

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