Kuro walked slowly into the teaching area, nervously looking at all of the students. The instructor had them lined up, no one moved at all. Kuro walked next to them, trying his best to understand what they do in this class. The instructor walked to the side pulling a cart of wooden swords. Fear shot through Kuro's body, I can't use a sword of all things. I am weak... He thought to himself solemnly. Stand strong! Kuro looked side to side when he heard the voice. The instructor went on about the training practice, lining the students of in pairs.

Sparring?...... Kuro picked up a wooden sword. He raised his sword in a fighting stance. Trembling with the sword, almost unable to move. Memories of bandits blurred in his mind. As he was distracted the opponent swung their blade down crashing into Kuro's waist. Kuro fell to his knees gasping for air, coughing up blood and saliva on the ground. Come on now.... Stand child. Pay attention... I know you are scared... The voice echoed through Kuro's head once more. He shook his head forcing himself to stand. "I am not scared..." He uttered out. He raised his blade and went forward swinging. You're scared... Kuro's blade was deflected with ease. Kuro shook head and stepped forward swinging again, only to have the same result. Accept it.... You are scared. "No... I am not scared!" He swung the wooden sword yet again just to get it knocked to the side. He fell forward a bit and he could feel the opponent swing his sword up, into his ribs. Kuro let out another gasp for air. He forced himself up again, thinking about what the voice has been saying. "I admit it.... I am scared... Though it is nothing that should hold me back!" Good... He swung as the opponent faster than he had before as if he meant it. The other student fell down grabbing their ribs in pain. Kuro was excited he made his first hit.Remember, you are not physically strong.... Kuro was wondering about what he just said. What was that suppose to mean?... Why would the voice tell him that?... Kuro tilted his head to see the other student holding the blade furious. Swinging away in a state of total rage in Kuro's direction. Kuro fell down in too much pain to get up.

The instructor walked to him and told him he did so horribly he had to stay there during his break to train. Kuro forced himself up, coughing in pain. Walking over to an old looking training dummy. Kuro forced the the blade up in a fighting position, he glared at the dummy as he wheezed in pain. He stepped forward slashing into the dummy. Over and over he would swing, almost harmoniously with the drops of sweat swiftly falling to the ground. Don't give up because of fear.... Kuro growled angrily "I am not scared!" He swung faster and ripped a part of the training dummy. Kuro grinned at the rip. Hmm... You are stronger than I thought... Yet... You are still weak. Kuro fell to his knees unable to move, due to pure exhaustion. The instructor came from against the wall telling him that he was finished. He was told to go rest. Kuro was finished for the day.

+1.5 fighting skill try and add a bit more combat description