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Part 2
I forced myself to go to the local training area. Everyone in the class was about 2 years older than me. I walked over to the coordinator, even though he was conducting the class (which wasn't the best idea in the world), to ask about joining. After getting his attention he said, "There was no way a 14-year-old boy is getting into this class. So get out. NOW!" I shivered at the rage in his voice, but i knew that i could take every-one of these pathetic training-ground students with 5 smacks if i wanted. My father wasn't stupid, he forced me to train day in and day out. so i grabed one of the bamboo kantanas from the rack on the side during their sparing time and challenged one.

The student laughed in my face, but the smack i put acrossed his provoked him so. "So this little punk wants to fight me?! Then so be it!" He said as he walked over and grabed a katana identicle to mine. "Lets get this over with." he said, over confidence from a swelled ego in his voice. He charged in with his hands and sword above his head, but i was faster. Flipping the sword around so the wooden blade was at the bottom of my hand i thrust forward with a side swipe sending him flying into the dirt. "Where's that confidence you had but only seconds ago?" I asked teasing his flawed attempt to defeat me. His face was red with anger. The coordinator saw the commotion and decided to see what the rucus was about. Seeing me standing above one of his higher class students made him mad, but only leaving some curiosity in his mind. "You may stay for 1 month. We may have use for your fighting skills after-all.