"Spencer Ali"
"Ryan Vader"
"How is your arm, boy?" asked the blonde boy, flashing a mocking smile towards Spencer. "I wonder who has the guts to injure the heir and future patriarch of House Ali." He then let out a very loud, tormenting laugh.
Ryan could be described as the person anyone could hate. He was a bully and had the skills to complement it. Hearing Ryan's words, Spencer had to fight against every voice in his head to prevent himself from punching Ryan, who he knew had already injured him in nearly every spar they ever had.
Spencer just sighed and said, "I know you are better than me, but it's only fair for I am a noble heir, the next patriarch of House Ali and a direct Descendant of god Drake Ali and I assure you, not even your father, the strongest man after the gods, can take that away from me. The day I was conceived, the position was already there for me. But for you my dear friend..." Spencer paused, letting the crowd that had started to form be extra attentive for his next words and also he was letting them lower their voices, "...but for you, son of Vader, your father may command all armies under the gods, but you will have to work hard and be the strongest man if you want to succeed him. You have to be the prodigy of this generation..."
Ryan, clearly agitated, cut Spencer off, saying angrily, "I am the beast and the best. This world has known a Commander Vader from my great-grandfather, my grandfather, my father, and the next will be me!"
Spencer looked at Ryan and said the only thing he knew always made Ryan lose it, "The last time I checked, Kumo was a commoner, and he is stronger than you, taller than you, better than you, and way more talented than you. So guess what, number two," he then leaned over and said softly with a wide grin, "Guess your father is the last Commander Vader before a Commander Reed."
Ryan snapped and threw a fist aiming for Spencer's head. Spencer had known Ryan would snap but had not made any effort to dodge. He just closed his eyes and waited for the fist, but the fist never landed. Ryan was shocked when a faster hand caught his fist.
"All of you, go away and study your meditation manuals!" shouted Instructor Darrien, and the crowd quickly dispersed as they ran towards different places. Only Spencer and Ryan remained. Yes, it was Instructor Darrien who had caught the fist. No one had seen him arrive as everyone had been engrossed in the exchange between Ryan and Spencer.
Darrien was the assassinations instructor at Rockville, whose specialty was studying everyone's skills and teaching them ways to improve them. He could be said to be the main instructor, and he had trained most of the assassins in the world. His only setback was he was still a Grandmaster and had very little chance of ever breaking through to being a Saint.
"Ryan! Spencer! What is the rule here about fighting?"
"NO UNREGISTERED FIGHTS, SIR!" the two shouted in unison.
He now spoke softly, yet anger still sounded in his voice, "And yet here you are. Did I not give you a fight last week to settle your differences?. What bothers me mostly is you two have reputations to keep unlike the others here. Insolent nobles you are. I learned with your fathers, and they never broke any rule here, and yet, here you two are." He paused to breathe, then continued, "On a normal day, I would have sent you to Laura's perception class to be used as dummies while the others meditate, train, and learn the meditation techniques your just received. However, today you're in luck." He stopped and looked at them.
"THANK YOU, GRANDMASTER," the two shouted in unison again.
"Okay, boys you're forgiven," he looked at Spencer and said, "Spencer, I believe you know and have been informed that your family's guildmaster is in the gym waiting for you," he then turned his gaze from Spencer to Ryan and said, " For you, Ryan, spoiler alert, Commander Vader is coming as soon as you master the technique and break into the Master tier so train fast for he has given you two weeks to master your technique whatever it is if you ever want to work under him."