in the small room where Micky was living after his initiation, he used to keep a small bag where he had pictures of his great grandfather and his uncles who had all served their communities as warriors some died in those fights and others lived. He took on of the photos from the tattered album and smiled as he touched the surface of a picture with the name Rian on it. He felt the texture and closed his eyes as he imagined himself in fighting regaria. His thoughts were interrupted when he hear his mother call out his name. He rushed out and even forgot to keep the album where it has been intially. "Son his mother began you have come of age and now you should know about your lineage and such stuffs am not allowed to tell you so go and see your papa he has something to tell you." Being the obedient and calm boy he was he want to see his papa but his papa was not in the house. Behind the yard was he waiting for his son to emerge. The first thing he did to his son was to through a real spear at him, the boy by impulse rather than skill ducked out of the way and the spear hit the nearby stall." Well began Mr Smith you seem good I would like to know what you got under your sleaves" " okay daddy" mouthed Micky. With unannounced strength the old man swung a sword and the two of them locked their swords in a hold. Each held with might and howled of of breath. mr smith hit his son across the chest and the boy fell to the ground with a thud. " That was not fair he began to say," but his father was slashing the ground near him with fury. Had he lain in the same position he would have been injured. He quickly roused himself and faced his father. By the end of the test the little boy was sure he was not yet ready for a fight as he had earlier thought