Weapons training

Ueseji walked looking for the school that he heard would train him to change into a weapon. He was nervous as it would be his first day there. He never thought that he would end up coming here but here he was. He walked to the school, raising his hood above his head. He wasen't shure if singing in would be easy or not. He knocked on the door to the school and waited for a moment. When nobody answered he just walked in himself. He looked for a place to sign in when he saw a man motion for him to come over. He walked up to and looked at him and the man gave him a sheet with a list of names on it. He took it and wrote his name on it. The man pointed to a seat and told him to sit down and wait for him. He walked to a seat and sat down on it and waited for him to come back. He hoped that it wouldn't take long as there was something that he wanted to do. He sat there waiting for a long time, wondering how much longer it would take. By now after waiting for a few minutes he was starting to become bored. He place the palm of his hand on his had and sighed. It wasen't fair that he should have to wait this long just to go work for the academy. After waiting alittle longer he became sleepy from just waisting time sitting. His eyes slowly started to close before he finally fell asleep. He dreamed about training to become weapon, and becoming powerful. It felt like it was real, but he couldn't tell. He pinched himself and felt the pain of it, but didn't wake up. He looked back and watched as everyone became smaller. A few moments later he saw a dark shadow overtake everything, surrounding him. He saw pictures of weapons floating by as he kept walking. He didn't know why he was still walking when there was nowhere he could go, but he ket going anyway. After walking for so long he saw a bright light and went toward it. When he came close enough he woke up to someone pulling him up. He woke up and looked to see who it was. It was the man from before, he was finally going to let him train here.



Sentence Count: 28

Ueseji got up and walked to a door that would lead him to the training room. He stoped be the door and thought about it for a moment. So this is it huh, he asked him self as he opened the door. When the door came open it revealed that he wasn't the only one trying to train their skills. He walked in and looked around and saw how hard people were trying there hardest. That gave him the mometum to do the same. He was here, he was going to make the most out of it. He wasn't to cheerful when he saw most of the people there stare at him. He didn't understand why they were looking but it didn't matter, he was here to get to the academy. He looked for a teacher that wasn't buisy and came across a man with black hair. He looked at him and thought he was just going to stand there and not say anything. It was ok with him if he has to wait, its not like he didn't have to before. He looked at him until he tried to put a hand on his head. He knocked away his hand and steped back wondering what he was doing.



He walked up to him with his hand out. Ueseji tried to knock away his hand again, but he cuaght it and had a hold on his arm. He looked at his hand and then at the man who didn't know what he was getting himself into. He kicked him as hard he could, but that didn't do anything, at the most it just ticked him off. He didn't, it was his fualt, if it wasn't for him he wouldn't of done that. He didn't feel like dealing with this problem, but what did it matter anyway? He wondered if this was apart of the training and decided to try his best. He pulled away, but he still had a hold on his arm, not letting go for anything, He finally pulled away from him and gives him a calm look as if he wasn't bothered. He wondered how he was going to turn into a weapon. He shure knew it wasen't going to be simple. He was told to try and transform into his weapon if he could, but if he coudn't then he would beat him until he did. He gave him a look and then closed his eyes. He could see blue, red, black, and gold lines of energy flowing around everywhere. He didn't know what it meant, but it shure did look cool. It was like an animated painting. He focused and tried to turn into a weapon, but it didn't work. He wasn't shure how he was going to make it work but he didn't have a choice but to get it right. He started to feel alittle different, he wasn't shure if he was doing it right but he woul find out. He took a look at the colors, they were starting to fuse, one after another. He tried to focus on gaining more power thinking that it would be enough to get him to make it work. He was trying harder to transform, straining himself.



He saw that the orbs of his colected colors were starting to break apart. He was starting to loose his grip on his soul power. He opened his eyes and told him that he couldn't do it. He wasn't to happy that it didn't work, but he was going to try again. He closed his eyes and saw the colors flying around in random directions. He tried to control them but he was interupted by a punch to his face. It wasn't to painful, but it did hurt. That wasn't the problem the problem was why the freak he hit him. He rubbed his face and try to punch him back. He was shocked when he felt his fist connect with his face. He then pulls his fist back and punched with the same fist again. He hoped that this one would get him too, but just like he though, he cought his hand again. He puts his foot on his chest and tries to push him away with it. He ended up pushing himself down with his own kick. He crawled back just ecase he was planing to stomp him while he was on the ground. He stood up and tried to hit him again, but just like the last time he cuaght his hand again. He wasn't going easy this time, he punched him in the head and then the stomace. He wondered why how everyone else made it through that. He looked around, seeing that nobody else was dealing with that. Why was going through this, was it just because it was him.



He slowly feel to his knees, his head facing the ground. He did not like what he was going through so far. He had to wait for a long time, have people look at him funny. Then on top of that now he was getting beaten up. He had enough, he wanted to quit, but he didn't he stood back up. He wasn't shure what to do, but he was going to make it up as he went along. He was shure that he was bound to get somewhere with this. The question was what he was going to get out of it. So far he was getting a beating handed to him for free. Not shure what to do he waited to see what the man would do. He told him to get ready to try it again and this time that he would help him. He placed his hand on his head and as soon as he did, he felt his power raise. He put his hands together, lowered his head, and closed his eyes. He was going to try harder this time, this time he was going to give it all he had. He saw the lines of gold, blue, red, and black roaming around, more navigated. It was all going in a strait path, making controling it easier. He saw the colors froming to make he multicolored orb. He was shure that he was going in the right direction. He mad shure to focus evern harder than he did before, he was starting to get it now. He saw him in third persone forming into a sword and being held by someone. THen he saw him morph into another weapon and another. He wasn't shure what it was he was seenig mostly. He saw that his colors were starting to fall apart but he wasn't going to let it go. He heard a voice call telling him to tried harder, he had to fo it, he was ready. He was given alot motivation and was able to keep going. The orbs of colors came back together and held their places. but he still had more to go through. He didn't want to get into another fight, but he almost didn't have a choice.



Ueseji's eyes opened, he lost control but he didn't know how. He wasn't to shure on how to control his soul yet, but he felt he was doing fine. To bad he didn't feel the same as he gave him a direct punch to his face. It hurt even more than the last time. He couldn't keep hold himself back, he started punching him quickly but accuratly. He was tired of being punched in the face but he still had a calm. The man started punching back, punching him as many times as he punched him. Most of the peole were now looking at them. He didn't know how he was holding his own. He stoped for a moment and took a deep breath. He didn't know why, but he felt like people were still looking. He felt like he should do that more often. He was going to give it one more try, but he had know idea if he would get it. He lowered his heads and closed his hands, wanting to get it to work. He felt the hand go on his head again so he closed his eyes. He saw that his soul was even more controled than the last time. It was all moving in the same direction while in a circle. He charged up his sould and let the orbs take their places. The all formed, one after another, showing colors of what he thought was his soul. He had a feeling that he was looking at his sould which he though was colorful. He finally changed into a katana. He did it, he was a weapon now. He walks off to the academy to know what he would need to do next.



Sentence Count: 102

While walking Ueseji thought for a moment wondering if he really needed to go to the academy now. He could try and work on his transformation technique. He stood, spreading his feet shoulder length apart and holds his palms together. He closed his eyes and focused on the feeling he had when he was changing. He could feel his body changing alittle, was that me turning into a weapon?



He began to glow and take the form of his previous weapon, a katana and falls on the ground. He didn't feel human anymore that was one thing he noticed and that he felt as if though he was stronger. He sat there a moment and then changed back into a human. He transformed laying on his back. He got up on his feet and focused to try it again. He stood the same way he did before and focused as hard as he could. Just like the last time, he was covered with a white glow. He changed into a katan again and fell to the ground. He felt the same as he did the last time he did it. He transformed back into a human again, got up and stood for a moment, wondering what he could do next.



Sentence Count: 13

Bored, Ueseji sat and looked up at the sky. He placed his hand onto his hood and pulled it down some. He lays back and thinks about what he would need to do to get into the academy. Still laying there he wondered what he would need to do after he makes it. He reached into his hood and rubbed his head. Still laying and looking at the sky he thought of a scale. Him starting off at the bottom and working his way up.



He got back up and walked around for a moment, still not shure as to what he is going to do. There where a few options that he had on him. He could go back into the school and figure out what powers he had or he could try and figure it out himself. The next option was for him to wonder around deaths town and see what was there. He decided to train on his own and figure out his skills on his own. He had so much that he would like to figure out.



He took his position with his feet shoulder length apart, just like the last time. He took a deep breath and let all his power pour out. He had a feeling that he was going to gain something by training alone. He felt weird, his body wasn't changing into a katana but what was it? He felt his body go into two differen't places. He turnd into guantlets connected by a long chain. He wasn't to happy about it but he was going to get over it. He then changed back into a human and was able to do it again the second time. He stood up on his knees and placed a hand on his shoulder. He then stood on his feet and wondered if he had more than one form. Ueseji knew that he would just have to find out when he got there. Before he knew it he was asking himself how he would do it, but had no answer for it. He would just have to find out later on when he was use to all of this.



Sentence Count: 26

Ueseji was a bit bored, he didn't know what else to do. He was going to look around the town but he didn't have much else to do after that. He was just going to have to make it up as he goes along from here on out. He laid on the ground and rolled side to side trying to figure out what he was going to do. He dusted his face off as he had some dirt on it. He wasn't to shure about what he was going to do next but whatever he did was better than waiting on nothing to happen.



Ueseji noticed that he was the only persone standing outside. He didn't see anyone else, he didn't know why that would matter anyway as he wasn't going to say much to them. He wondered if he could work on his hand to hand skills until something fun happens. He walked up to the side of the school and looked at his hand. He figured he had enough strength to punch threw it. He gathered up some strength and hit the wall but realised that it wasn't as easy to break as he thought. He quickly pulled his hand away and started shaking it trying to ignore the pain as he did. He sighed and stood where he was for a moment.



Sentence Count: 14