Diyas

On a quiet morning, warm sunlight bathed the silver-white buildings... This was the Tias Academy of Swordsmanship.

“200, 201, 202, 203...” A silver-haired boy swung the sword in his hands with all his might. It was a rather plain, somewhat rusty, dull blade...

“300... Whew, finally done... The class next door should be starting soon, too!” A helpless look suddenly crossed the sunny boy's face...

“Celes!! You idiot, you dead-last loser!!!! Get up already!~!!~~” The middle-aged woman's shrill voice was almost unbearable, like it might burst his eardrums. That was exactly what Celes was thinking...