Chapter Title : When did I get here?

Katachi eyed Grey, he didn't seem to be in pain or anything, he simply
sat in the chair and asked for different types of information, from the
Seyruun Empire to weaponry and even mechanical data. The doctor was
slightly confused, but hoped it was because he'd told Grey that he would
have to have a wide variety of knowledge to be in the Elite.

Finally, the doctor deemed that Grey had had enough for the day- in
fact, he'd taken in more then most could handle in a week. He powered it
down and removed the headset from Grey, getting glared at in return.

"That's enough for today, it may be quick and easy but it does take its
toll. I think you should rest until third meal," Katachi directed
boldly, even though he was still being glared at by Grey.

He watched as his experiment stood and strode steadily toward the door
with his arms folded on his chest. Stopping at the door, he turned
halfway to see if Katachi was coming or not and glared more. "You can
stop glaring at me, you've already done far more then most can handle in
a week and aren't showing any signs of it. After third meal you can go
wander around some." Katachi stepped past Grey, realizing for the first
time that though his experiment was three inches shorter, the doctor
still felt dwarfed by the immense personality of the man. Inwardly, he
marveled at it, they'd managed to not only create a perfect physical
copy but they'd gotten his personality too.

Shaking his head, Katachi stepped through the door once it opened and
stopped once he felt Grey behind him once more. Turning to look at Grey,
he pushed a smile onto his lips once more, though he felt unnerved by
the cold stare he received in return. "You know the way back to your
quarters. I have work to attend to." With that, the doctor headed down
the long upward curving hallway, leaving Grey by himself.

"Shimita," Grey muttered to himself and turned to look at the door he'd
just exited once more before turning and headed the opposite way from
Katachi's destination. "They really have confidence in me, even if it's
obvious that I'm new. Where did I come from?" Grey said softly to
himself as he walked, his arms folded on his chest. "Rest.." he snorted
and looked up to find himself at the elevator. Pressing the button and
waiting for it to come, he pondered his situation more.

"Where did I come from?" Grey closed his eyes, remembering how he'd
thought he heard someone yell his name before when he was in the Central
Science Lab, usually called CSL. "I am Grey," he repeated to himself. It
sounded almost, but not quite right. He'd had something in front of
'Grey' before, he just couldn't remember.

The elevator arrived and he stepped in, finding it empty. "There's
supposed to be at least twelve thousand people here yet I've only seen
at least a hundred today." He looked at the buttons indicating the
levels he could go to, one through six, though the seventh was available
only those with a key-card could get clearance to that level. Instead,
he pressed the sixth. "I don't know what Katachi was expecting me to
feel like, but I really feel fine, slight headache but that's all. I
don't feel like resting, training... strength..." The word seemed to be
something he'd worked for forever but could never feel satisfied with
himself because of.

The elevator rose, making him feel heavier and he gripped the bar that
was attached to the walls at waist height. Slowing and coming to a stop
was the prelude to the doors opening and Grey exited, taking a moment to
address his new knowledge to figure out where he was before proceeding
toward the CTC (Central Training Center). It was here that he found many
more of the Elite. Most had gold, a few were of other sects, including
several reds and a green. Grey took himself on a tour, familiarizing
himself in reality with what he already knew. Finally, he found the
sword practice area and carefully chose one of the practice blades.

The one he picked was well balanced but it didn't look like any sword he
vaguely remembered. His other knowledge told him that the swords they
used came as hilts which could extend a blade of energy that was sharper
and hotter then anything ever before except possibly the Weapons of
Light. Something about the Weapons of Light rang a bell in his mind, but
he couldn't pin it down, still.

Taking the sword he'd chosen out into the practice area, he began
working on moves his body knew but his mind didn't remember. He didn't
stop to thing about it, simply let his body take control as his mind
wandered through other things but turned up with nothing at all really.

"You're Grey, aren't you?" someone interrupted his thoughts and Grey
focused his eyes on the speaker. It was a redheaded young man with blue
eyes and seemed somewhat familiar in a way that Grey couldn't pin down.

"I am," he replied with a slight nod and stepped back out of his
fighting stance.

The young man smiled slightly, "Wanna have a go at it with me?" Grey
noticed the insignia on the young man's badge had a red star in the gold
circle. He was one of the higher ups of the Elite. Grey shrugged, as if
he could care less either way. "Mind you, they say I'm the best
swordsman ever, so don't feel too bad if you end up on the mat."

Grey looked the young man over and shrugged once more. He was short and
built like a girl but it seemed his attitude made up for it. Not to
mention the aura of energy that surrounded him. Grey's mind stated
softly that it'd only seen one person that strong before, but when Grey
tried to trace the thought, he couldn't figure out who it was referring
to.

"I'm Wryan by the way." Grey's inner-self noticed also that the power
was relatively untapped. He shrugged once more and stepped back into his
stance, facing Wryan with a calculating stare. The redhead grinned
smugly and stepped back into his stance as well.

Grey noticed that a crowd had gathered, mostly of golds but some reds
were watching. He could hear bets being passed back and forth as to who
would win the match, not many were favoring Grey. He smirked slightly
and darted toward Wryan so fast that his shape blurred and before the
shorter young man could even blink, he found himself on his rear with a
bruise developing on his chest where he'd been hit by the practice
sword.

The audience stood in silent shock as Wryan got to his feet once more
and picked up his practice sword. "Okay, got me that time... but you
won't be so lucky from now on," the redhead stated, glaring at Grey.

Grey stood still in his stance, watching as Wryan advanced and tried for
a strike. He was quick, but Grey was faster and blocked. Wryan tried
again, doing fancy moves which were easily blocked again and a gain with
moves that were almost as old as dirt. Wryan was well beyond annoyed and
he rushed at Grey, trying to take him by surprise. Instead he tripped,
finding Grey behind him with his practice sword resting on his shoulder
and other hand on his hip in a cocky stance. "You shouldn't get mad
about it. It only leads to mistakes," Grey stated calmly, his face
neutral.

Bets changed in the audience. Grey held out his hand to Wryan and
watched as the redhead finally took it and was pulled up. Wryan dusted
himself off and glared around. "How do you move so fast? You're a rock!"
Grey's eyes narrowed slightly and he stared at Wryan with a look that
made the shorter man slowly back away. "Look, I'm sorry, didn't mean it
like that!" Grey's eyes narrowed and he murmured softly but Wryan didn't
notice. "I-EEEEEGGHHH!!!"

Grey stared down at the somewhat smoking young man who lay
on the mat before him now. He'd live, he'd just remember the
painful lesson. Turning, he looked at the audience who was
once more in shocked silence. After a moment of thought,
Grey realized that he couldn't remember what he'd just done
to Wryan, instead of showing his slight confusion, he turned
and replaced his practice sword where it belonged and strode
out, he'd had enough for the day.