Team x wake up very early in the morning, shower, eat breakfast and head out to complete some commissions. They split up to complete them. They're all super excited for their first commissions but they don't live up to their expectations, which were stopping crime or chasing after an evildoer but they end up walking old people across the street, cleaning toilets, getting cats out of trees, and finding people's lost children. Xzaivier is extremely frustrated with this arrangement of things and decides to take a break at the local diner. He orders something he really used to enjoy when he was younger: banana bread.
Xzaivier: many I can't wait to turn 16, this garbage is insanely boring but this banana bread's heavenly.
Xzaivier finishes the banana bread, pays and leaves the diner, walking to his next commission but he soon notices someone standing in an alleyway, mysteriously and menacingly. The person's cloaked and hooded so Xzaivier can't get a proper look at his face.
Xzaivier: Hey you! Who exactly are you supposed to be.
???...
Xzaivier: HEY! CREEP!
???:...
Xzaivier: alright that's it!
Xzaivier approaches but the guy turns away from him and begins walking down the alleyway.
Xzaivier: Don't run away from me, you bastard! I'm sword saint for goodness sake! You're supposed to respect me!
The stranger continues walking with no response, slowly and menacingly.
Xzaivier: fine then I'll just follow you until you say something.
Xzaivier follows him but keeps his distance not wanting to get sneak attacked. He also scans his surroundings to be saved as an alley way's the perfect place to sneak attack someone. They arrive at a large gate, at the end of the alleyway which is opened by the guy. It screeches open which makes Xzaivier cover his ears as he doesn't find the sound pleasing. The two enter and are revealed to a huge, grassy arena. The guy goes to the other side of the arena and uncloaks, revealing: a white, 5'7 tall male with a slim frame (similar to Xzaivier's frame), probably around the age of 15. He has medium-length, platinum blonde hair tied into a low ponytail, featuring a single prominent blue-green, streak on the right side. His eyes are a blueish colour with a green hue towards the bottom. He's maintaining a gentle, calm facial expression along with a masterful posture. His attire includes a grey, short-sleeved kimono along with dark blue short hakama pants. He is not wearing any footwear other than a leg wrap and some bandages around his feet and toes. He also has wrist tape on. He reveals his wind blade, sheathed at his left side.
Xzaivier: He's definitely no a sword saint.
???: indeed, I am not. I am a rogue swordsmen. I led you here to fight me, it's been a while since I had a proper fight.
Xzaivier: what makes you think I'm going to entertain you.
???: it's either you fight me willingly or I just attack and well you're a Sword Saint, you're definitely going to react. The point is it's a lose lose situation for you and you're forced to fight me, there's no escape either, I lock the gate.
Xzaivier: fine, if you want to die that badly then your wish is my command bastard.
???: I can assure you that I won't be the one dying... Xzaivier.
Xzaivier: (shocked) how do you know my name bastard.
???: don't worry about that, oh and my name's Zephyr, use that instead of such an unsophisticated word such as bastard.
Zephyr unsheathes his wind blade, Xzaivier does so too.
Zephyr: go ahead, have the first slash.
Xzaivier: if you insist.
Xzaivier shadow steps (a new move he's learned a few days ago but he's yet to master it) to him and swings his flaring shadow blade for an upward diagonal slash that fazes right through Zephyr. Xzaivier steps back surprised.
Xzaivier: What in the hell! How?
Zephyr chuckles.
Zephyr: it's a simple perk of being the wind blade user. Whenever my blade is unsheathed, any and every physical attack fazes right through my body. Meaning you can't attack me, but I can attack you and deal mass amounts of damage.
Zephyr chuckles maniacally.
Zephyr: told you I wouldn't be the one dying. You're in check.
Xzaivier: (in his mind) Dammit, not good... bastard!