AAAAAAAGH, I was in China for the last week... I forgot about that trip... and now I'm really sick... legit coughing like crazy while I'm typing this... T^T

Sorry.

ANYWHO, time for reviews, I guess...

Guest (In case you didn't read the one in the last chapter): Basically, thanks for the praise, and I'll try... basically

Anonymous: Thanks for complimenting, and reviewing, and yeah, I think I'll work on the OP thing... just going to say though, the other three will only come into contact with him a while later, though I'm not sure when specifically yet. After all, I don't really have a plan for the plot (yet, I might make one later) so we'll see.

In case anyone noticed the shorter-than-usual author comment, it's because, as previously mentioned, I'm sick right now, and don't really feel up to just rambling on as always. Chapter might be shorter than usual as well, but still more than 500 words.

Story:

Len awoke far before the sun had risen. Making certain that none of them had been triggered, Len disarmed the traps and alarms he had set around his room. He then proceeded to head out to the yard, passing through the locked door with a simple thought. He brought his bladed cloak with him.(Not sure if I mentioned this, but if you search "Talon" and go to images, it should be there.)

Then, he began to train.

There was a reason that Len had gotten up so early. He only needed about an hour of sleep a night, for one. The main reason, however, was that he would need all the extra time he gained to train with half of the fighting styles that he had mastered, bare-handed or armed. The other half would be done the next day; it would take up too much time to use complete the full set every day, though he did mix them up a bit; it could lead to weakness in use if he got used to a routine in training.

After finishing the makeshift weapons exercise (he used a bucket), Len moved on to the last technique: the use of the su'carai.

Reaching into empty space, Len withdrew a pair of strange weapons from his armory. They were made of adamantium, and had blades on both sides of the handle. The blades were curved so much that they were almost like scythes, with the top bending one way and the bottom the other. Overall, the blades seemed like the halves of the yin and yang sign pulled apart, connected only by the handle. Removed his cloak, Len began to spin them, accelerating until a whirring sound permeated the air. Swinging the blades, he moved gracefully through a series of forms as if engaged in a deadly dance.

After replacing his cloak and eating breakfast, Len headed back to the Guild building. He had decided to make some connections in order to find the Golden Apple Inn, so he should start with accepting some quests.

So, yeah, sorry for the super short chapter, but it's midnight and I'm sick, and I feel like ****, so I'll just be going to sleep now... I might post another tomorrow, we'll see.