I woke up, it was finally the day…of course…I was already had as the leader of the Slaying Ravens..but I still had to win some matches until I was actually THE leader…I got up from bed, took a bath, brushed my teeth, gelled my hair and went to have breakfast, after that I left with my black bamboo sword on my backpack, I met Alex and Mark on the way…they looked at me and gave me a quick laugh…guess they still weren’t used to that scene of me with a bamboo sword….I sighed.

“You look like some cartoon character!” Alex said.

“That because you never saw me fighting…” I said.

“I’ve heard that it’s worse…” Mark said laughing a little.

“Haha…” I said sarcasticly.

“I thought brazilians were good in…other sports like soccer and stuff…” Alex said.

“Yeah…half brazilians like Samba too…I don’t…and I always hated soccer…” I said.

“Are you sure you were born in the right place…?” Mark asked.

“I have my doubts…” I said putting my fingers under my chin and looking up.

“You’re funny…” Alex said smiling at me.

“I know…buuuut…are you guys gonna watch me fight today? Please Please?” I said giving them puppy eyes.

“I suppose, I pretty much wanna see your pain face…” Alex said.

“So…you want me to get hurt…” I said.

“Nah…I’m kidding….” Alex said laughing at me.

“You guys are so random…HEEEY!!” Mark screamed before pulling me by the T-shirt. “Don’t think I forgot! You owe me a Gatorade!” He continued.

“You remember good stuff…FOR YOU!” I said poking him a few times.

“Duuuh” He replied. Alex was simply cracking up at us, we ended up cracking up too and as soon as we got to school…we split ourselves to our classes…

After a tiring and boring day at school…we finally met up again…but this time…I was waiting my turn to fight as they were cheering. Swords have always been my little hobbie…I even got a real Black sword back in Brazil for winning the Regional Competition…I loved japanese stuff…even though Brazil is known for its soccer. funk music and samba…as well as Carnival…I was the kind of boy that never really liked soccer, liked rock music, hated Samba and couldn’t participate in Carnival celebrations…because of my christian religion…so I picked on Japanese stuff…and of course American stuff…people that got to know me better throughout the year said that I was a “boring brazilian”, but of course…it was only a joke.

Finally…my turn to fight was on, I took off my black bamboo sword and stood there, ready to fight…he was the last one of the group that was selected to fight me in the end…so he was obviously the best, I was excited in fighting him and a bit scared too…some people cheered for him…his name was John Cole…he was a nice looking, well built guy, he was blond and had deep blue eyes, he had painted his sword in white…I found that ironic…as I was wearing the team’s Black Jacket…he was wearing a white coat which looked cool on him…from all the guys that I fought before…many would taunt me or even follow the training properly…but like me..he was different…he kept himself quiet and held his sword in a different way like me…I started a small before-battle chat.

“no taunting or stuff like that…?” I asked.