Darkness and Resentment
Zed sat alone in one of the open training grounds at the Institute of War, eyes closed in an attempt at meditation, but beneath his calm exterior, anger boiled freely within him. Day by day he felt his own strength dwindling bit by bit whenever he was chosen to fight on the Fields of Justice, and he knew the high councilor's of the institute had something to do with it, and he was not pleased. He opened his eyes and stared down at one of his hands as he clenched and unclenched his grip.
They fear my true strength, I'm sure of it...the fools, all of them. Scared and mewling, hoping for their rules and regulations to keep them safe.
Bah...
He got up from the ground and took out a few of his shurikens, and with a quick flick of the wrist and a grunt of exertion, he peppered the surrounding target dummies with dark steel. He growled in frustration as he examined the impacts, feeling his throws considerably weaker then usual, shaking his head in disgust.
They will pay for their insolence...
With a sigh, he summoned a shadow specter and repeated the process, testing his throws and accuracy, but always disappointed with the results. He was so busy with his training he was not aware of anyone lurking and watching his progress.
