Prologe

The full moon shines upon a boy of 16-17 years of age with blood soaked fists and mud on his clothes in a clearing in the forest, behind him lays the body of his opponents as a group of high schoolers were either laying down unconscious or groaning in pain from the various bruises and broken bones in their bodied.

" *sigh* i just wanted to have a normal day and look what you guys made me do"

As the boys figure disappears into the darkness *rustle* *rustle* two figures emerge from the forests the shorter person asks.

"What do you think of him Steven" (????)

"Very strong for his age, but he seems a bit rough skill wise master" (Steven)

"I see lets get going shall we its getting late." (Master)

As if it was an illusion both the figures disappear with the wind...….