"Hyah!"

Shouts rang through the training room as the young boy, not even a teen, swung at his 'Uncle' with a sword as big as he. His brown hair whipped about in it's customary ponytail, a habit adopted from his uncle, as he spun, knowing that, with his current size and strength, he would never manage to fight the motion of his weapon enough to turn it back, not yet. Instead, the other end of his swallow blade, another thing he'd picked up from his uncle, slashed at the older man's waist, though missing as the older man's superior reflexes allowed him ample ability to dodge the swing. However, once the boy was older, faster, stronger, something like that could be devastating and they both knew it.

The boy swung again, once more following through in a full circle. It was amazing how stubborn he could be. His uncle had tried to get him to learn a different weapon, something smaller for now, until he was old enough to handle a swallow properly, but he'd refused, no matter how soundly he was beaten on a day to day basis. It never went beyond a few bruises and cuts, easily healed with a spell, but it only made the boy more determined to land a blow with the heavy weapon.

The older man jumped over his nephew, his cape tucking close to his legs and nearly tangling in them. The boy, however, had expected it, and swung the blade again, as usual following through in a full circle. The older man still managed to get out of the way, then used his own swallow blade to knock his nephew's from his grip. "It's over," he said, knocking his nephew to the floor and putting his foot gently on the boy's chest, his swallow blade at his throat.

"Aww, come on Uncle Yuan! Why can I never land a hit?" he groaned.

"Because I have far more experience than you," Yuan replied, a tad smugly.

The boy's brown eyes narrowed, and he glared at Yuan, ineffectually, since he was the one beneath a foot and blade.

Yuan removed his foot and weapon, clipping the swallow blade into it's specially designed holder across his back. "Either way, it was a good fight, Vasun."

Vasun 'hmphed.' "I still lost."

"... To a five thousand year old angel," Yuan deadpanned.

"So? That just means your skills should have degraded to the point I can beat you!"

"But you know they didn't."

Vasun 'hmphed' again.

"Regardless, this duel is finished. Let's go get some lunch for you."

"No, just one more, please?" Vasun begged, giving Yuan the infamous puppy-dog eyes. Yuan hesitated for a minute, then sighed exasperatedly and nodded.

"Fine, but just this one last one for the day!"

"Okay!" Vasun said, hurriedly retrieving his fallen weapon.

Yuan removed his own weapon from the holder cross his back. "On three, ready? One, two, three!" he barked, twirling towards Vasun. Vasun countered by slipping under his guard and, lacking room for a swing with his weapon, tried to get his uncle with his fist. Yuan slid to the side.

The battle went on as such for several minutes. Yuan barely noticed the electric mana in the room as it built up. Then it quite suddenly compressed in front of Vasun, two concentric rings of purple symbols forming instantaneously around his feet. "Thunder Blade!"

Yuan had no chance to dodge. The sword of lightning crashed down, catching his foot, and the electricity spread from there, moving across the metal floor. Then it hit the walls… And went up them… … And hit the fuse boxes.

Throughout the wing, lights shorted out. Yuan smacked his forehead, the sound seeming to echo in the darkness. "Samuel… I can't believe you. Why put the fuse boxes in one of the TRAING AREAS of all places?"