Training ( with darkness)

The energetic sounds of clashing of bamboo rideshared along the walls of the Zanjutsu Dojo as two students carried on in there intense training combat session. The rest of the tense class stud in suspense watching the two boys clash wooden swords on their combat mat, with little gaps and awes jumping from them every now and then. There movements where brut at the least, and very upright. Slashing there wooden swords with their full strength down on one another, dodging rather than blocking the animalistic attacks and coming back with an equally powerful swing or lung. Both of the men seemed very tense and muscular, filled with intense rage… anger after all being an exhalent motivator for power to the simple minded. The two where the fifth pare to go up to combat, and where lasting the longest compared to the rest of the class. The lesion they had been instructed today was very simple, a small in-class tournament, the class would start off with a random pare and the winner would fight the next in line, so on and so forth until they had a winner.
Yuko stud silently behind his mobbing class who intensely watched the fighting carry on, he was next up after this fight but no one knew they were too obsessed with the action unfolding on the combat mat. Yuko personally fond it all very barbaric, there fighting was very rough and lacked style. He said that he would show them how to properly fight when he went up, he told himself.
The student to the right of the mat let out a scram and slammed his wooden sword down on the other boy, but he had foreseen it and dashed to the side avoiding the wooden blade, and thrusted his own upward at the others chest. It hit the other boy, but he only laughed lightly as its almost unnoticeable mark, the boy who had dealt it was shocked and stepped back in fear. “You call that a hit?” the boy on the left screamed with his face red with rage, he then swung his sword furiously threw the air cracking the other boy in the face, sending him immediately to the pated floor of the combat mat. The students all gasped and looked at the boy who had fallen, he was out cold with a large red welt across the side of his face. The teacher stepped forward from the clustered class and held up a small red paper fan; “Hakuyo is the winner!” he shouted but looked somewhat conserved for the boy who took Hakuyo last hit. The class broke into cheers, with most of the girls goggling over Hakuyos over exercised boy.
“Net up… Yuko Makashimi!” he teacher said happily but had no faith in him defeating this giant. The class went silent though, and began to look around as if they didn’t know who Yuko was. This wasn’t new to him though, and he slowly stepped through the crowed reaching for the rack of wooden katanas and picking one up. He stepped onto the mat slowly and held the wooden sword to his side; his face was very calm like it normally was lacking emotion. Where his appoint Hakuyo was grinning deeply, snickering at Yuko’s thin form. “This won’t take long” Hakuyo shouted as the boasting class roared in excitement.
The teacher looking at Yuko with a face of worry, and then back to the larger boy before waving his red fan shouting “begin!”. Hakuyo snickered and stepped forward slowly towards Yuko, His wooden Katana resting over his large shoulder. Yuko on the other hand was standing calmly, holding his sword to his side with his sleeved hand.

Yuko sighed, as his deceptive eyes narrowed at the large boy and his swinging blade. It was very obvious all of his combat ability where based of pure rage and strength which only made him insulates in Yuko’s eyes grow deeper. He swiftly sidestepped out of Hakuyo’s swing, causing him to almost lose his footing with the lack of momentum when hitting the combat mats spongy surface. Yuko grinned at this and quickly lashed his wooden blade upward. It sharply cracked into Hakuyo’s face, sending him stepping back holding it in his massive hand. The class gasped and Hakuyo snarled in rage.

Hakuyo’s eyes narrowed at Yuko, he felt of him the same as most people did. He despised him and his differences even personality wise, he fond Yuko completely intolerant. Hakuyo let out a scram of rage and dashed at Yuko, swinging back and farther at the boy. Yuko on the other hand was calm, stepping from side to side avoiding his frantic blade. And eventually lashed his sword out ones agene, connecting it with Hakuyo’s sword for a moment before twirling it in his fingers and colliding it into the boys chest, sending him to his back as the class gasped in shock.

Yuko sighed, watching the enraged boy brutally jump to his feet and try to attack him even no he had compatibly won the match. But his eyes widened in shock when the odd cat headed teacher flashed across the mat to trip the student. He figures he would have had to crake the boy one more to stop him, but after this peculiarly odd teacher had gotten involved he seen it simply as “uninteresting”. The class was silent and surprised by the teacher’s speech and actions but quickly calmed down soon after as the next student stepped up to the combat mat.

The boy was tall, taller than even Yuko ones he finally stud up on the mat. But he was thinner then most, and looked very frail, taking his slow long strides to his position, beginning to hold his wooden sword up in his boney shaking hands. Yuko had seen him before, his name was Jakamaru and of all the students in his Zanjutsu class this boy was clearly the weakest. He cud barley hold a sword properly and better yet hold his own agents someone in a fight or spar. In Yuko's eyes he would best suet a non-combat squad like 4 or even 12 but overall he clearly failed at tasks when it came fight involving hand to hand combat.
Yuko frowned; he didn't plane on humiliating the shy student so he silently planned to let the boys attempts garage on as they fought. But he was grateful he had beaten Hakuyo, if he hadn't this poor student would be demolished by the giant in a single swing.

Jakamaru slowly raised his blade, holding it with both of his flimsy snaking hands; a look of shear fear on his sweeting face. It was obvious this poor kid was very shy, and very bad at fighting. Yuko however was calm and content as he always was in a fight, holding his wooden sword to his side.