108 - Weapon and Anger Management

Wind blew in the square of a certain temple. This temple is high in the mountain. Just a few hundred meters from Coris Mausoleum. Many stories laid deep beneath this place, the stories that were long forgotten.

The sun had risen, its light peeked slightly from behind the covering clouds above the sacred place.

Pillars that used to sustain the roof above the wide square were standing every three meters on the square's side, no longer holding up anything for the canopy had long gone. The rubbles all around the place added the sense of abandonement to the ancient building.

Between two pillars in the East side, there were two tables. Various type of weapons were laid on it. The irons reflected the light that shone upon them, making them glimmer and inviting to the eye.

"Listen up!" A voice yelled.

Inside the square, the participants were standing in a line. A few feet in front of them stood their instructor, Teacher Radcliffe. His pale blonde hair swayed i