"Strike!"
I heard the head nun's voice as she instructed us, the new recruits. She was a tall, largely built woman with a scarred head which she hid underneath her veil. The scarring was so severe that it made sure no hair would ever grow on her head again. Perhaps that made her wicked, I never could tell. She never liked me too much. She said I was impetuous. Frankly, I never thought much of her as well. This was my first training since father gave me to them, my first test.
"Use your weight! Use your will! Fight harder.!" She screamed again, but this time, it was at me. I struggled to keep up with the strength of the other girl with whom I was to train. She was almost twice my size and her strength was greater than mine. As she struck, I tried to block it but her weight pulled me down.
