A large smile spread across Alito's face. After a year of preparations, he had finally arrived. It had all began when his Sensei had approached him a year ago to the day, and told him he it was time to move on. Not only had he reached the age of Championhood, but he had excelled past what the dojo could offer him.
"It is time you went into the world. Excel in a guild. I hold steadfast to the decision that you should join Sabertooth, where you will only grow in your friendships and power."
The old man and Alito had already had this conversation many times before. Alito smiled largely at his elder, and boasted "I will be joining Nox Animus! The guild of freedom in the skies! I, too, hold steadfast in my decision!"
The old man, previously having his eyes closed, opened them wide, looking up into Alito's face. Though he had a short stature of 5'5", Alito still felt as though he was being looked down upon.
"So, you have come to terms with the implications of a dark guild? Of killing someone for a job?"
Alito's face looked unsure. "Of course, Sensei. I will perform my duties as necessary."
The old man jumped up and brought down his fist upon Alito's head. "You do not hold steadfast to this decision! You will fail!"
"I hold steadfast to my right to decide my future!" Alito shouted, rubbing the top of his head with both hands. Though the man was old, his fist still hurt like when Alito was little.
"Of course. You will decide your own fate. My words are no longer law; you are no longer my pupil." The old man said this with the strictest confidence, but Alito could hear the reverence the old man had for him. He grabbed the old man, wrapping him in the tightest bear hug he could manage. His sensei struggled against the restraint, but he had become used to Alito's signs of affection. His feet wiggled two or three feet in the air, a comic sight to be seen.
That was long ago. When Alito set out, he had no money, no title, and no friends he could rely on. He could not speak with or about his dojo, one of the tenants of his training. Leave the past in the past. A Champion dwells on the future, not the past. Even so, he couldn't help but think about the years he had spent at the dojo. It had taken time for him to complete small jobs to save up the money for the trip to Nox Animus, not to mention finding someone willing to take him there. But he had managed, and had finally arrived.
His compatriot had dropped him off on the opposite end of the air ship, saying she dared not go further. He had thanked her and began his journey to the guild hall where he would begin his new journey and make new friends.
Along the way, Alito had enjoyed the culture of the city. He felt free here, freer than he had ever felt before. Maybe it was just the atmosphere or the looks on others' faces, but he could already tell that the city was where he belonged.
After quite a bit of trouble, and receiving directions multiple times, he finally found the guild hall. He ran the rest of the way, bursting through the door. He was impressed by the sight of the hall itself, and with the atmosphere inside. He saw a lot of people, drawing their attention to himself with not only his brash entrance, but also his sheer size. He towered over most others there.
He looked back and forth, waiting for a sign or someone to tell him where he could begin his journey with the Guild.
"It is time you went into the world. Excel in a guild. I hold steadfast to the decision that you should join Sabertooth, where you will only grow in your friendships and power."
The old man and Alito had already had this conversation many times before. Alito smiled largely at his elder, and boasted "I will be joining Nox Animus! The guild of freedom in the skies! I, too, hold steadfast in my decision!"
The old man, previously having his eyes closed, opened them wide, looking up into Alito's face. Though he had a short stature of 5'5", Alito still felt as though he was being looked down upon.
"So, you have come to terms with the implications of a dark guild? Of killing someone for a job?"
Alito's face looked unsure. "Of course, Sensei. I will perform my duties as necessary."
The old man jumped up and brought down his fist upon Alito's head. "You do not hold steadfast to this decision! You will fail!"
"I hold steadfast to my right to decide my future!" Alito shouted, rubbing the top of his head with both hands. Though the man was old, his fist still hurt like when Alito was little.
"Of course. You will decide your own fate. My words are no longer law; you are no longer my pupil." The old man said this with the strictest confidence, but Alito could hear the reverence the old man had for him. He grabbed the old man, wrapping him in the tightest bear hug he could manage. His sensei struggled against the restraint, but he had become used to Alito's signs of affection. His feet wiggled two or three feet in the air, a comic sight to be seen.
That was long ago. When Alito set out, he had no money, no title, and no friends he could rely on. He could not speak with or about his dojo, one of the tenants of his training. Leave the past in the past. A Champion dwells on the future, not the past. Even so, he couldn't help but think about the years he had spent at the dojo. It had taken time for him to complete small jobs to save up the money for the trip to Nox Animus, not to mention finding someone willing to take him there. But he had managed, and had finally arrived.
His compatriot had dropped him off on the opposite end of the air ship, saying she dared not go further. He had thanked her and began his journey to the guild hall where he would begin his new journey and make new friends.
Along the way, Alito had enjoyed the culture of the city. He felt free here, freer than he had ever felt before. Maybe it was just the atmosphere or the looks on others' faces, but he could already tell that the city was where he belonged.
After quite a bit of trouble, and receiving directions multiple times, he finally found the guild hall. He ran the rest of the way, bursting through the door. He was impressed by the sight of the hall itself, and with the atmosphere inside. He saw a lot of people, drawing their attention to himself with not only his brash entrance, but also his sheer size. He towered over most others there.
He looked back and forth, waiting for a sign or someone to tell him where he could begin his journey with the Guild.
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