chapter 2 training
Drift's repairs were finished. The Samurai like bot who brought him there turned to him. "There's a room for you just a little down the ways. Go there it's late." He said. Drift got up and headed for the room. "My mom and dad are never coming back are they?" Drift asked. "Yes they're not coming." The bot answered. Drift felt tears come to his optics and walked into his room. "Poor little fella only 13 not old enough to be with out his mother and father." The medic said. "We need to find him a master to train him in the ways of the samurai." The bot said. "Yes how about Metal-shave? Will he be alright Aztec?" The medic asked. "Metal- shave will do." Aztec said. Aztec went to Metal-shave. "Metal-shave we have new trainee he will be your student." Aztec said. "Okay," Metal-shave said.
The next morning Drift woke up. Drift walked out of his room. Metal-shave was standing there and looked at him. "I'm Metal-shave your master I will teach you the ways of the samurai I've taught many bots the way of the samurai." Metal-shave said and walked away and Drift followed. "You must start at the bottom. So clean the floors clockwise an counter clockwise. Then you must polish my swords. Next you will follow me and learn." Metal shave said.
Drift finished the floor then started on the swords. Drift was doing a good job by his point of view but he hoped his master would think it was good too. Metal shave saw the floors and his swords. "Good work." Metal shave said.
Metal shave was checking out a fine turbo dog that would be great to help guard the circle of light. Metal shave put his money on the scale. For the right amount but the scale was uneven. "Oh a little more." The seller said. Metal shave placed more on. It evened out. Drift decided to get a closer look at the scale. "Hey leave that alone!" The seller said. "Master look." Drift said and placed weight on one end and it got even. It was rigged! "Get out of here before I call the police!" Metal-shave said. The seller ran off with the dog.
"Well done student I never got your name what is it?" Metal shave asked. "Drift." Drift answered. "Drift who taught you before me?" Metal shave asked. "My father," Drift said with tear in his optic. "Yes I know it is hard having your parents die but don't worry you'll be fine what else has your father taught you?' metal shave asked. "I can read and write ancient Autobot and Decepticon." Drift said. " Very impressive." Metal-shave said.
Drift kept up with the training. The years passed.
Drift was now 15. "Okay Drift here are your swords." Metal-shave said. "They are not just weapons they are tools. You have learned honor but you will learn there is more to honor than you will ever know." Metal shave said. "Yes master." Drift said. "Your final lesson is upon you. You must use your swords in combat with another and use your own strategy." Metal-shave said. "Yes master." Drift said. Drift faced the student of another samurai his name was Steel-bane. The fight began. Both of them were doing well. Then Drift got an idea he used his swords to catch the sword of Steel-bane and swirled and tossed it out of Steel-bane's hand. "It's over." Metal shave said. "You are a full fledge samurai. You are no longer my student but now felloe samurai." Metal shave said and bowed and Drift bowed back.