Zero's scimitar was held up with two hands, the fire seemed to rage, and it got the sword hotter and hotter. Zero could feel the sensation of flaming scimitar. The fire seemed to reflect off his purple eyes as he concentrated harder on making his blade powerful. It seemed to work a little bit and he was getting the hang of his new scimitar he received a few weeks back.

The day went by fast and it rained. But the rains today were light and not too strong to put out the fire from his burning blade. He focused his eyes and his mind on his blade a little longer. Rain began to drench his hair now. He had been out there long enough for his hair to get soaked in water. He felt drops of rain roll down the side of his hair and roll down his side-burns down his cheek. A little more thought into his scimitar now, ......he swept his sword backwards, he stopped.
Zero rapidly swung his scimitar forth now attempting his target. A large pole made of wood had been the target Zero used for practice. But the blade now for some reason had gotten hotter and stronger and the fire could be felt on his face as he brought it forth. The blade easily made its way through the bark of wood. Zero became sweaty but it couldn’t be noticed because of the rain that had drenched him.

He was surprised at how strong his blade became, it had gone through some really thick wood and almost impossible for just some ordinary blade to have gone through it. He was happy to have accomplish something today and he would move to the next stage and try something a little more advanced than what he had.
The rains still seemed lighter but some of it picked up some pace and the dark gray clouds covered the sun, preventing it from giving off light.
Class would begin soon and Zero didn’t want to look exhausted when his students came. He took a rest and patiently waited on some to arrive.

Behind a big, old tree, a pair of blue orbs observes the man with the enchanted scimitar. Amazed by the great power that the human possesses, Clemente, a moon elf bard, can do nothing but stare. It is his first time to be in the Academy of Arms actually, and to see such amazing skill makes him a bit... intrigued.

Interesting... Very interesting indeed... He thought.

Not noticing the light rain, Clemente just sees himself walking towards the scimitar-user human and can't help himself but talk to him.

"Good day to you. It is my first visit here in the Academy of arms to learn and train myself with the use of... a bladed weapon. Though I'm a bit trained, I seek to be... adept."

He showed his simple dagger to him and brought it back to its sheath.

"You seem to be an expert already. Would you... help me learn? By the way, my name is Clemente."

The moon elf offered his hand for a handshake.