Aiko was reluctant when it came to picking his weapon of choice. There were just so many options and everyone seemed to already know what they wanted to pick. Before he could make a decision, the sensei began addressing the other students. He stood facing the other weapons. A brief flash of embarrassment struck him. What to choose!? Part of him just wanted to pick a pole type weapon because everyone else had picked one. He didn't want to be the odd one out but.. none of the pole weapons seemed to suit his small physique. His eyes continued surveying the weapon racks until they found something that caught Aiko's interest. It was a standard training katana with a red and black laced hilt. He took the weapon off the rack before accurately judging its weight and ended up dropping it on the floor. He stared down for a moment and briskly picked it up, pretending as if his clumsy incident had never occurred.
It was a lot heavier than he had first imagined but the weight seemed perfectly fine to him. It wasn't too heavy for him to handle. The problem was, he was supposed to now practice with said weapon on a training dummy.. Aiko had no experience with handling a sword before. He took off the black sheath and set it to the side. He took a deep breath. Hopefully nobody was laying eyes upon him. Aiko took a quick glance at the teacher and nodded to show he was ready and a training dummy poofed seemingly out of mid-air in front of the young boy. He prayed that he didn't end up hurting someone because of his poor knowledge on the weapon. Hesitantly, Aiko rose the sword above his head, preparing to strike. He brought the sharp edge of the blade down for a clean cut, severing the right arm of the training dummy. That wasn't exactly his target.. but it would do. Aiko smiled confidently to himself and swung the blade once more at the wooden dummy. He swung horizontally aiming for the chest and sure enough he hit his target. There was only one problem though.. His sword was lodged into the torso of the training dummy and refused to budge.
Aiko's heart shrank and that small amount of confidence he had just a minute ago was gone. It had been replaced by panic and desperation. No matter how hard he tried, the blade refused to dislodge itself from the one-armed victim. Aiko struggled frantically to pull it out when he realized that it wasn't working. Then something horrifying happened. Aiko had been pulling at the training katana with so much force that, when it suddenly broke free from its wooden prison, the momentum caused him to lose his grip on the sword and it went flying to the other side of the room. He winced when he heard it crash against one of the other weapon racks. At least he didn't hurt anybody. His face was flushed with embarrassment. "Uh- oops.."
It was a lot heavier than he had first imagined but the weight seemed perfectly fine to him. It wasn't too heavy for him to handle. The problem was, he was supposed to now practice with said weapon on a training dummy.. Aiko had no experience with handling a sword before. He took off the black sheath and set it to the side. He took a deep breath. Hopefully nobody was laying eyes upon him. Aiko took a quick glance at the teacher and nodded to show he was ready and a training dummy poofed seemingly out of mid-air in front of the young boy. He prayed that he didn't end up hurting someone because of his poor knowledge on the weapon. Hesitantly, Aiko rose the sword above his head, preparing to strike. He brought the sharp edge of the blade down for a clean cut, severing the right arm of the training dummy. That wasn't exactly his target.. but it would do. Aiko smiled confidently to himself and swung the blade once more at the wooden dummy. He swung horizontally aiming for the chest and sure enough he hit his target. There was only one problem though.. His sword was lodged into the torso of the training dummy and refused to budge.
Aiko's heart shrank and that small amount of confidence he had just a minute ago was gone. It had been replaced by panic and desperation. No matter how hard he tried, the blade refused to dislodge itself from the one-armed victim. Aiko struggled frantically to pull it out when he realized that it wasn't working. Then something horrifying happened. Aiko had been pulling at the training katana with so much force that, when it suddenly broke free from its wooden prison, the momentum caused him to lose his grip on the sword and it went flying to the other side of the room. He winced when he heard it crash against one of the other weapon racks. At least he didn't hurt anybody. His face was flushed with embarrassment. "Uh- oops.."