Someone had cleared their throat. I swear, honest to god. But nothing happened. The announcement came to go to bed. I complied, taking my stuff and shuffling to my room, thinking of all that had happened. Before sleeping, I flipped through the book. My book held diagrams of shields, armors, and body re-inforcing techniques. What is this? I thought. Where were the attacks, the cool flashy moves, the killing blows? What did they expect me to do, sit there and take hits like a freakin' tank? I sat at the edge of my bed and thought about it. It's true though, Earth elements were the only ones able to create a solid item strong enough to block attacks. I turned through the pages, reading the more complicated techniques of creating diamond blades and shields. The clock flashed 12:05. I should have showered, I thought. But it was too late, I lay in bed, dreaming of the day. I couldn't sleep though, I stared at the ceiling, waiting for the lambs to take me to the land of peace. I couldn't. I just couldn't. I sat back up in my bed and pulled out the book again, turning on a lamp. I had to study this. I was off to a bad start with everyone, I had to make an impression on everyone.
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I woke up. Some time around 7, I couldn't tell. I had only slept for a few minutes after staying up all night, practicing techniques. I had a few basic ones ready in mind, but I still hadn't gotten to the one I wanted: an iron cage, located about 1/4 of the way through the book. I still had a long way to go. There was a note on my table. I read it. Something about 9 A.M. I threw it aside and stared into the mirror, hoping the water would wake me up. I need to smoke... or something to drink. My eyes were blood shot from lack of sleep and the drugs I had been doing the other day. There was another reflection, not mine. The figure swung their fist at me. I ducked and they broke the mirror. I hardened my all of my skin with rock as they lashed out with their foot. As they hit me, they flinched upon hitting such a hard substance. I took this chance to punch him in the head. He flipped over like he had been tackled by a quarter back. I bit my lip... that was a bit much, even for me. The note floated out of the waste basket I had thrown it in.
You pass. Be on the rooftop later.
So it was time for the first mission. I had a deep pit in my stomach. But it was more of an anticipation of a fight, rather than nervousness. It was time to show these newbies what to do. I could fight and if that was the only way I could prove myself, I would fight until the end. I went to the cafeteria. Fighting on an empty stomach would be hell.
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