Warrior Training Begins.
Early morning came with a slight drizzle, creating a sombre dark dusk and the initiates accursed the unseemly weather as they stood at the center of the training grounds bare chested. Head Scribe Kondobia wore a mean haggard look as he paced at the front quietly his hands firmly behind his back. Three equally mean looking deputies stood quietly behind him. Looking at their devious half smiles Johari had the queer feeling that he was not going to enjoy what was coming next at all. "There is nothing more pathetic, nothing that irks me more than the very sight of a shallow, boisterous boy holding a man's weapon." The Head Scribes tone was a mere whisper, a whisper that commanded complete silence and attention from the young initiates. "Before you get to touch any weapons here, before you
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