Into A New World

The chilly wind blew hard against his half naked body. It's freezing outside the monastery, yet he was sweating profusely as if he was at the middle of desset. He thrust his staff violently, stabbing the empty space in front of him. He swung his staff again causing a slashing sound through the wind. He stopped for a moment to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He raised his staff and he swng it backwards causing a curve blade to sprang from its tip. He smiled victoriously as he gaze at the curve blade.

"Finally...", he muttered silently.

Afte many long nights where he tirelessly practiced and trained, he finally can conjure the blade.

"It's your first day at school tomorrow, you should rest", a calm voice said.

He gazed over his shoulder to see the head monk approaching him. The monk met his gaze and smile warmly. The monk smile turned into a grin when he noticed the blade.

"Rest my child for a journey in contemporary world awaits you."

He smiled back and nodded as the monk walked away. He raised his staff again and this time he swung it forward causing the curve blade to retract.

The cold wind blew again, and this time it send shiver to his spine. Now it felt chilly, so he pick his cloak and head for the gateway of the monastery.