Spar

"Only three, fuuuuccck!" Sam yelled in dissapointment and childish fury. "Three, on your first try, you've got potential. Now for your real training, I know your type, the best way you learn, is through fighting." The elder said with a smile on his face.

"OHhhh, a spar!" Sam said as he jumped up and down in excitement. "how old did you say you were when you died?" The elder in response to Sam's childish behaviour, "Thirty-five: I was killed by the son of a grandmaster I humiliated and killed." Sam replied in earnest.

The elder leads Sam to a massuve gymnasium, "This is in this town?" Sam asks, "No, while your eyes wher closed I took you here." The elder replies, "You're, kidding right?".

"Whatever, put your hands up; Let's begin." The elder ordered, Sam did as told.

The elder disappears from his spot, 'He's fast!' Sam thought as he instinctively blocked his right, the elder and hits the blocked arm accidentally breaking it. "Whoops sorry, i tried to hold back!" The elder says leaving himself open unknowning, 'He's open!' Dam thinks to himself, in that moment Sam loses himself to instinct and habbit, activating his skill [Assination], opening his hand straight, with lightning speed his hand reaches the elders throat stopping just short.

With sweat forming on the elder's forehead, Sam apologizes realizing his folly, "S-sorry habbit!", 'I couldn't see him move, what a monster, his aura in that moment, it was...Horrifying.' The elder thinks to himself while forgiving Sam.

"Well, I guess you win old man, you broke my arm after all." Sam says as the elder treats Sam's wound.