A Gift

His face was hard with disapproval, he looked darkly at the small muscled teenager who was panting heavily on the floor with defeat.

"You haven't even fought me yet and you've already lost." His hard lips barely moved yet his cold voice penetrated the silence.

The teenager swung up immediately, blinded by frustration and fury, he swung his sword at the man who easily step sided his greatly flawed attempt. The teenager fell again and the man hissed in annoyance.

He took his stick and hit the teenager with it in one instant. His movement was so fast that the only evidence that it had happened was the cry of utter pain coming from the teenager and the teenager's aching back.

"Do you know why you will always fail like this? Because you are afraid of me. You believe that I will defeat you easily because I am the fear." The man said then crouched to the floor. He raised the boy's head with his stick under the boy's chin so that the boy could look at him.

The teenage boy was shaking from c