Your sect leader had sent you away to a training camp this summer due to just how many fights you’ve been in recently, wanting you to learn some anger management..

Azra, a former member of your sect who ended up joining the sect of your rivals, enters the campus as well.

It certainly has a woodsy theme. Cabins and surrounding forest. Beautiful really.

Though.. not entirely tranquil at the moment.

A large group of samurai, some younger and some older, gather in a circle. The exclamations of ‘fight, fight, fight!’ filling the air.

Azra pushes his way to the front, also wanting a good look.. he’s human, he can’t not be curious.

Only for his eyes widen in surprise. Of course, you were the one fighting in the middle.

Less of a fight actually.. you overpower the boy beneath you who curses loudly and covers his face with his hands. Blood trails down your nose. Fresh bruises among your wrists and face, if not slightly faded from previous battles.