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[b]"YAAAH!"[/b]

The sound of metal splitting torn through the air of the Royal City Police HQ, and then...silence.

Zensuke panted, beads of sweat dripping down his lean, defined torso as he crouched down and gripped the air. In his hands, two ebony hilts formed, before two long, gleaming ebony blades formed, jutting sharply into the air. The sharp blades promptly turned a sapphire, glowing blue, shining brightly against the mottled blackness of the engraved hilt. Zensuke narrowed his dark eyes, before suddenly blasting forward at an incredibly surprising speed. 

Dust blasted back from his bare feet as the young prodigy crossed the center of the room, nimbly and powerfully flipping high into the air, just as a gigantic metal disk blasted from the training room's metal wall at the speed of a bullet, heading right for the boy's face. Still in mid-air, Zensuke twisted sharply, narrowly allowing the disk to pass by his bare side, while he clenched his manifestation with both hands on the hilts, turning around and slashing powerfully through the air. The glowing sapphire energy blasted forward with his slash, forming the arc of a blade as it sliced cleanly through the gigantic metal disk with yet another screeching sound, sending two steaming halves of metal blasting towards the walls with the force of a missile.

*BANG*

Zensuke landed silently on the ground, from where he had fell from several feet in the air, flipping backwards a few feet with the force of the landing. The glowing plasma faded from his manifestations, leaving sharp, long blade jutting from the engraved hilts, rather than the powerful blue energy. Zensuke slowly sheathed the blades on the royal ebony and sapphire sheathes criss-crossed on his back, and with a sharp 'clasp', both the sheathes and the blades disappeared in mystifying blue particles.

[i]"Training hard, Zen?"[/i] A rather snarky voice sounded from behind the young boy, whom only wore a pair of dark blue sweatpants. Still a bit winded, but surprised at the intruder, Zensuke twisted on his feet and brought his fists up in a strict, sharp formation, eyes narrowing. Often other police officers swamped the boy with swords and fists, to see if they could overpower him. It never once worked.

A blonde man stood at the entrance to the training room, sunglasses on his snake-like eyes. "Calm down. There's been suspicion drifting through Royal City. Suspects think that another gang war is happening, but it's doubtful. Patrol the city, and try not to hurt too many crooks." Ah...another impromptu mission, probably created by sis to keep him on his toes. Zensuke nodded once. 

[b]"Sir."[/b] He said curtly, turning around and heading towards the showers. A smile formed on his lips. He loved serving the Royal City.
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A young, leanly muscular teenager with dark, feathery hair and handsome pale skin walked down the busy street of Royal City, hands resting in the pockets of his coat. He wore a pair of comfortable, yet presentable black battle pants, tucked into black boots with shining silver buckles. On his torso, he wore a form-fitting dark shirt, while over that, a royal black long-coat swished with the brisk wind, with sapphire blue accents on the seams of the durable, yet rich fabric. A shiny, small badge glinted on his upper right arm, sewn into a white band. 

[i]'I wonder what's going to happen today...'[/i] He thought silently to himself, nodding with an indecipherable smile to a waving child strolling with her mother.[/center]