Kron and Raijin, two new low-lifes that had moved up to Seifer's class in the last semester, were battling it out with wooden staffs. Not that they were worth watching. None of these amateurs were of any kind of quality. A true opponent, that's what Seifer craved! Not these idiots... how was he to fulfil his dream if he didn't get the right training and direction?

Kron and Raijin expended huge amounts of energy swinging their weapons away like they were trying to bludgeon eachother to death. Seifer shook his head. In the centre of the room, one of the fighters (Seifer hadn't learnt the faces to the names yet) stumbled slightly as he reached the edge of the raised fighting platform and the other fighter went to follow through with a finishing blow. Seifer allowed his vision to blur as his interest in the fight glazed over. Anyone can be taught when to strike, defend and counterattack, but when not to? That is what makes a good fighter. Never follow "the book" when fighting, all these lessons and rules that this Garden is teaching... it's all just so much grat-crap... fine, teach them how to hold it or how to swing it but you can't teach a person to fight - either they have the spark or they don't.

Seifer knew he had a spark, it had come to him in his dreams, like a herald... he was unsure whether it was really a spark or maybe just his mind making manifest of an untangible feeling or emotion. At the centre it was white, not like the snows of Trabia or even like the light shining in though his window as daylight woke him each morning... it was pure white light... so blindingly bright yet he needed to look at it. It seemed to call him and sometimes he dreamed he was talking to it.

"Seifer, you're up next."

He was raised from his daydream.

Instructor Quistis Trepe was helping one of the students to hobble away from the fighting ring and had her back to him, she then spent some time glancing around the room trying to decide an opponent. The blond raised himself to his feet, "My dear instructor Quistis..." he began. "I do not know why you worry about who I fight." He turned round the room glancing down at all the faces of the pupils. He held his hands out to emcompass them all, "I'll beat them all anyway!" He strode over to the door, closely followed by Fujin, Seifer's only friend. "Lesson's over, instructor." Seifer quipped through his smirking features. The duo made their way past the tutor with that untouchable air of victory that followed Seifer everywhere. He halted as they reached the door. "See you later, Squall."