Percival Lantashnia District Two WIP

    "Come on Perci, make it perfect, not a single milimeter off its mark." I let out a shaky breath allowing myself to completely hone in on my target. The multicolored board sat thirty meters away from me as my hand calmly held the knife. I forced my heart beat to slow down and made my trainer's voice vanish off into the banks of the lowest area in my mind. Right now all that existed was my target and I no one else. The knife flashed suddenly as I sent it swirling across the room. Seconds later came the sound of it jamming itself into the board. My trainer, Tracy, walks over to the board and lets out a laugh before turning to me. "Damn impressive Perci, spot on right again. However I suppose I shouldn't be surprised anymore should I?" With a chuckle I turn my grin towards her, "No, you shouldn't be."

    Moments later I found myself changed into my typical grey hoody and jeans preparing to leave the center when Tracy walked back up to me. "Hey Perci before you leave I want you to know I have scheduled you to start training with the eighteen year old group. I have seen how you dominate the rest of your peers it is time we started getting you some real competition." I am taken back for a moment by her gesture of respect and that she sees so much in me so I simply gave her my normal grin, "Okay sounds great Tracy. Should be fun to see how the older group is." I then pushed my way through the doors and into the cooling darkness of District Two.