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You are back to being <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Kima Dulioan</span></span>. Today is your first day of knife practice.
You enter the <span class="mu-i">Red Room</span>; a very exclusive place. Very few have ever even seen the inside of one of the exclusive dueling clubs on Jaxt.
“What the hell?”
“Hmm?”
“Is that a girl? What's going on?”
You feel a bit nervous as you walk towards the instructor. His family is <span class="mu-i">the</span> Usano bloodline- the duelists who have been teaching Supreme Ruler candidates since time immemorial.
<span class="mu-r">”Dulioan! Glad you can make it, and you aren't late. This isn't the same as a regular classroom you may be used to- all of our work is hands on or observation. Glad you could join us. You will be paired with Val- he's the shortest. I can't say I've ever taught a female student seriously before, but the basic mechanics of body motion should be roughly equivalent-”</span>
“No no- I am NOT doing this! This is bullshit!”
<span class="mu-r">”Val! Shut up, get into position.”</span>
“No! I am not fighting a girl!”
<span class="mu-r">”She is more then physically qualified to-”</span>
“That's the whole point! You're making ME fight her, no matter what- I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't! If I beat her it looks bad, if she beats me, it's even worse! You can't be seriously throwing away over a millennia of tradition to allow this! We <span class="mu-i">could</span> be Supreme Rulers one day, she-”
<span class="mu-r">”ENOUGH!”</span> The instructor roars, putting a hand on his knife. The other, younger males in the room freeze up.
