[h3][color=f6989d]Jeimseu the Silent Assassin[/color][/h3][hr]
Jeim, if anything, was punctual.  He stood in front of a training dummy shirtless.  He was always the first one awake.  He would go to bed around 8 or 9 pm and would be up and functioning by 5 am.  Today he would forgo breakfast and prayer and would focus on training his body as he often did.  He focused his breathing, remembering what the older man would tell him.

“Who are you?” he would ask Jeim.

“I am the bringer of silence.” Jeim would respond.

“What is your purpose?”

“To silence opposition.”

“How will you do this?”

“By any means necessary.”

Jeim had struck the wooden dummy so hard it had caused splinters to break off.  His muscles rippled with every punch that collided.  His mind went back to his past.  Training day in and out, his father not caring where he was or who he was with.  The man was the epitome of a worthless father.  Had it not been for his mother, Jeim would have run away long ago.  Being at Trinidad Academy was his way of getting away from his no good father.  The only downside is that he didn’t get to see his mother as much as he’d like, and he missed HIM.  The very man who was like an older brother to him, showing him and guiding him.  If it had not been for that man he wouldn’t know what this strange gift was.  Jeim flipped away from the wooden dummy after landing a well placed kick.  His noble arms appeared, falling into his open hand with a soft thud.  Jeim lifted the blade and smirked.  With one swing, sound burst forth in an arc, visible only to the trained eye.  It struck the wooden dummy and dispersed.  Jeim stood up slowly from his crouched position and watched as the dummy slowly fell to the ground in two pieces.  His noble arm vanished from his hand as he heard footsteps coming.

“Strange, I am normally the only one here,” he said softly as he moved to grab his shirt.  That was when he heard the voice.  It was calm and informative.  Jeim listened with his eyes closed, an odd smile on his face.  Whoever planned to betray him would suffer, just as the others suffered.  He grabbed his shirt and moved towards the showers.  There wasn’t enough time in a day for all of this, but Jeim always made sure to get as much training as he possibly could.  Training developed one’s abilities and as such allowed one to grow stronger.