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Hiro was already prepared for the demonstration for the evening, dressed in his usual sparing attire of a pair of loose white pants and little else. From his elbows to his wrists he'd wrapped white bandages, and around his head was a simple white headband with a yin yang on it. Peace was one of the last things on the minds of most people here, but his style focused heavily on it. To fully utilize the Swaying Palm one had to have a calm mind and body, otherwise they could accomplish nothing.

His meditation was interrupted when he heard his friend Jay entering the temple. With a sigh he stands up just before Jay enters the room he'd been in. The only light in this particular room was cast by ten candles spread throughout, giving plenty of light for an assassin to see and do anything, but turning the place into a death trap for a normal person.

"What have I got to be afraid of?" Hiro asks, turning and smirking at his friend, "My style was specifically designed to take people like you out, remember? Just wait till you see what I do to the training dummy before you make your decision about my style, okay?"

For as long as he could remember he and Jay had been rivals, each one trying to out do the other. He had always though it very funny that Jay had taken the offensive path, the way of the sword as Hiro called it, while he himself had taken the path of the shield, a defensive style. It had made their rivalry even tougher, and there for they had made one another stronger in the process. In a real fight, it was anyone's guess who would win between the two of them, and he hoped it would never come to that. Soon enough they would both become true assassins, and their lives would constantly be on the line, so there was no reason to shorten the time they had.

"Come on, or we're gonna be late." Hiro says, patting Jay on the back then hurrying out of the shrine.