~The Third Academy, Mirror Reality Thirty-Four~
Smiley held a wooden practice sword, gritting his teeth in frustration as he stood in the training grounds.
“Next.” he said with an annoyed voice.
Another student stepped forward, holding their own wooden sword.
They held the sword low, then rapidly did an upward slash attack.
It was a feint, and one that in Smiley's eyes, was far too obvious.
They took a step forward and lunged with a direct stab aimed at his chest.
Smiley shook his head, giving the student a disdainful look. He thought to punish this fool for such a pitiful attempt.
He easily side-stepped and got closer as he pulled the student's arm.
The student stumbled forward as Smiley stabbed his wooden sword right into his throat.
His throat was easily pierced and blood ran down the wooden sword.