University Hospital, a school for those training in the Medicine Man Job Class. Grass was under foot, trees scattered the land, though most grew close to the river edge. The road was sandy, dust clouds rose with each footstep and Cadaoir''s clothes were orange because of it; his white hair too appeared as if dyed.


    But what if I armed myself? Even a piece of wood elevated me above Auryon. I was evenly matched against Jerry, but his sword gave him an advantage. If I were armed I would have beaten him. Sweat trickled down Cadaoir''s face, interrupting his thoughts momentarily. He peered down the road ahead, distant trees shimmered in the rising heat. But then am I defeating my own purpose?


    But needed too. He needed to move on and experience the fighting ring and the cage to fully understand that the path of the warrior was not through gladiatorial combat, but through war. Yes he was challenged in combat in the ring, but it was not so real as he had once thought. The risk to his and his opponents'' lives was little to none


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    Even now that old man has me on edge! Cadaoir kicked the sand. I just don''t know what to do with myself. ''What do I do?'' He shouted to no one in particular, kicking the sand again. Then silence.


    Walk. He thought, and sighed. Walk.