ROUND TWO

Tt had been two weeks since Tim's first battled. Tim has been hard at work practicing with his weapon. He has gotten really good at using it and thought he could take down Pool. 

But after that first battle, he was very shocked at what he did. He tried to forget about it by training with his weapon but he still couldn't get it out of his head. It was still too much even after two weeks of training that he killed a man, he wanted to forget about it, he really did.

As Tim walked around the places he was allowed to wonder, he saw the tournament sheet. He was surprised when he saw who he was going to fight. He seemed somewhat familiar but he didn't stay there long because he had to keep training in a couple of minutes, he ran over there to meet his master, Pool.

The master was at the entrance with some unfamiliar guys around him and the master asked "What is the meaning of this"

"Oh nothing at all we just want to make sure that you are not going to soft on the boy. you know he's a criminal, right?" said a man in a black robe, "Now will you do it or not?"

"Fine I'll do it but I will not do the second part of it..."

"Yes you will and you will complete it, we will be back to collect the boy later."

As the two men dressed in black robes walked off, the master fell to the ground and was all stirred up after that conversation.

"Master, are you okay?" Tim asked concern in his eyes as he ran to Pool and held him.

"I'll be okay, most likely." Pool answered as he got up off the floor. "Let's go train now. You're still to weak."

"Oh ok, yeah sure lets go," said Tim nervously.

As they walked to the training room, Pool said, "If you don't lose your next match, we will be okay."

Tim looked at him and saw his face, is was quite nervous and angry at the same time. Tim brought Pool to his room and put him on the bed. After that Tim went back to his room with no training that day, and wouldn't train for a few days.

Wednesday came around and there was a week and a half left till round two of the battle. Tim had not trained because his master was sick from some sickness that no doctor could figure out.

Then two men in black robes came, looked at Pool, then said something in an unfamiliar language.

Tim knew at least 10 languages, but not this one, and it was because he had to travel a lot when he was a kid. After the men left, Tim put his hand on Pool's forehead and saw that his fever was down by a lot. Tim was not sure how but what those men did seemed like it was working. They had been doing this for the past week, every time they did it little by little he got better and soon it was two days before the battle. Tim knew he had to train but didn't want to leave his master.