Tuesday, April 14th.
For a full week, Fyar focused on training with his squad. Their training ground was a high plateau in the mountains a vast grassy field flanked by two majestic mountain peaks. A clear river flowed along one of its sides, originating from a waterfall visible in the distance. The air there was cool and fresh, and the landscape was dominated by strange trees with light-blue leaves that rustled softly whenever the wind blew.
Sometimes in his spare time, Fyar would spend it enjoying the scenery, or stop by Cyhas's shop in the city.
Clang!
Rasie launched a vertical slash, his fire-enveloped sword clashing with Fyar's katana. The heat from the fire could be felt on Fyar's face, but he managed to block the attack with a solid stance.
"Oi, purple hair! Is this all you've got huhhh come on!!!" Rasie barked with a grin. He leaped backward, swinging his sword to the side to show off its flames.
