Isaiah - One Year Ago
Isaiah stabbed his spear for the 1,728th time, and then he returned to a neutral position, standing straight and leaning the spear up against his left shoulder.
He was in one of the training halls of his clan, but not one of the nice ones. There were no automated training robots, no holographic projectors for showing lessons from the clan's ancestors, no dao enhancement field allowing for easier comprehension of Laws. Instead, there was just a large empty room, a couple straw practice dummies anyone stronger than G rank would destroy in an instant, and Isaiah with the spear his teacher had bought with his life's savings.
Tall, with salmon-colored hair and fuchsia eyes, his skin was a shade lighter than anyone else in the clan and he was built like a bear. As usual since his teacher'd passed away, he was alone in the room, and, as usual, 1,728 thrusts was nowhere close to the end of his exercise routine.
