A/N: yes, it's short, but I have a lot of the story already made, so the updates will be quick. (not that it seems anyone is reading this, given there are NO REVIEWS. -hint-) the next chapter is longer. :)
"Dismissal"
Seth's POV
Man, this one's long. My knees hurt like heck and I can't feel me freakin' legs. He just keeps going on and on!
"…worried about you. You've been getting progressively more…"
Blah, blah, blah. If these bozos would let me finish what I start, they might think twice before correcting. They'd respect me if they saw the full extent of my abilities.
"Are you listening, Seth?"
Finally! There's the tell-tale sign that the lecture's over. I'm home free. "Yes, Sensei." He sighs; I think he knows I wasn't listening. "My child, I can do nothing more for you until you conquer this anger in you. I am sending you to a good friend of mine in Manhattan. You will train under him and with his other pupils until he deems you ready to return." Sensei turned his back, his version of a dismissal, but it was a good ten seconds before I could stand up. I spent the rest of the day in a daze, hardly believing the old man was sending me away. I packed my stuff - it only took about ten minutes, since I had come with little else besides the clothes on my back. My mind was racing with questions, most of them centered around who my new sensei and fellow pupils would be. Well, whoever they are, they better not get on my nerves. One wrong move and they're history.