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[neverseperated]

[The sounds of clashing wood resonated atop the rooftops of the Horton apartment. Over time Fai found these sparring matches, although horribly outclassed, the best way to blow off steam and frustration this city caused him. It was only natural for him to feel these things; he was small and still so new at his powers, but it was hard to sit back

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[mages_game]

[Against such a small opponent, it wasn't difficult to block, and that's all he did, keeping an eye on Fai's form. But something was off today. Something was compromising the training. And that was unacceptable.

He grabbed the wooden sword with his free hand as it was swung at him.]

Oi, kid.

[neverseperated]

[The action made him stop unwillingly. He nearly shot the other an annoyed look, but changed it into a questioning one at the last moment.]

What? [His grip on the handle hadn't loosened.]

[mages_game]

What's the problem?

[He let go of the sword.]

You're letting something else affect training.

[neverseperated]

... [He looked away, biting down on his lip. After a moment he spoke.] It's nothing.