As soon as he hit the ground, he was back on his feet, whipping around to face his opponent. He scanned the surrounding area, looking for anything he could use to his advantage. That was a mistake. As soon as his eyes left his opponent, he hit the ground again.
"Hey!" He protested. "I thought that we agreed that you were going to hold back.
" And your opponents will always fight fair? " his opponent retorted.
He got to his feet. "No, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't.
Jaune Arc was a scrawny, unathletic looking boy. He was tall, but his overall lack of muscle ruined the effect. He had a very dry sense of humor, but it mostly got him into trouble.
"Let's call it for the day," His opponent suggested. "You look dead on your feet.
His opponent was a slightly taller, middle aged man who had clearly seen some training in his life. He was very big, but Jaune knew from experience that he could move a lot more quickly than it seemed.
Jaune sighed and shook his head. Sometimes it seemed he would never get the hang of this. He had only a month before he went off to Beacon, and he was still not on the level of the other students. Sometimes he regretted forging those transcripts. Unfortunately, it was too late now. He was committed. Now if only he could last a few seconds against his teacher.
" Jaune? Are you coming?" His trainer asked.
"Yes, father" he called.
This is an authors note. I am bad with technology. I may update soon. This is intentionally short. I apologize. I will try to make future chapters longer.
Can someone tell me how to use this website?
