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[h1][color=f7941d]Zenshin Ferros[/color][/h1]
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There was a spotlight surely on Zen that morning, an unpleasant one at that. As he made his way towards the castle he could feel the scorn of the other knights as they looked upon him. The scoffing and snickering, some even questioning why did he even bother showing back up after the pitiful show he put on. Though the treatment he received from the commoners stung much worse as they seemed to look right through him as though he was nothing, continuing on with their day as if he didn't exist.

His 'spar' if you want to even call it that, was a series of unfortunate events beginning with the use of magic being banned which Zen considered his biggest strength, the element of surprise, and his ace in the hole. He had banked everything on his unique talent in order to get himself into the Knights of Grayle, what a disaster it turned out to be. This was his first time wielding a sword and it showed from his stance to his demeanor with the blade in his hand. His opponent was a noble who decided make fun out of the match and display how big the gap in skill was for all to see. Taunting the kid from Valefor as he sidestep and parry all of his attacks before sweeping the boy off his feet in a single motion, sending the brown haired boy barreling into the dirt and leaving a nice parting gift on Zen's cheek as he claimed checkmate. To add insult to injury, once the match was over the noble kid extended his arm towards Zenshin, acting as though he was going to assist in helping him off the floor before retracting his hand and scoffing in his face.

[i][color=39b54a]"Worthless commoner"[/color][/i]

Thoughts flooded the boys head the more he pondered on the subject as he shuffled his feet over the bridge, his head slinked to the height of his shoulders as he stared at the gravel road. Perhaps coming here was a big mistake? He way in over his head, just look at who he had to compete with! The first person that came to the boys mind was Liese Victoire, just the thought of what might have happened if he had to go up against that guy in the spar sent a chill down the boys spine. [i][color=f7941d]Lets just be happy that we made it out with nicely connected bones. Besides they'd never put someone like me against someone like him right.[/color][/i] The boy said letting out a deep exhale as he brushed off the thought, the knights of Grayle had a status to uphold. They wouldn't knowingly send a commoner boy let alone a foreigner to his own demise. 

As Zenshin arrived to the area where all the other candidates had been waiting, the feeling of disdain seemed to only magnify. Fearful of the watchful eyes that were upon him Zen threw on the hood of his cloak sheepishly as he pushed his way through the large amount of teens amassed at the castle thought this proved more difficult then he had thought. Many people were eager to get a front row seat or at least as close to the front as possible. Zen simply wished to end up in a area where people wouldn't notice him quite as easily, if that was the front then so be it. Quickly Zen begin to push his way through to the front, finding a bit of early success and breaking through the outer layer.