Raj went straight towards his training grounds. Pulled out his two large swords. Normally swords one uses with both hands. He held the large heavy blades each in one hand. And swings them with ease. Like they weighed no more than a feather. He trained for hours on end and kept training.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">At the same time...Duo's father sighs. "He is a rebel. His rebelling against me only got worse after his mother died. I believe he blames me. And he very well may be right. His mother had a weak heart. We'd argued just the night before. I had left to go on a business trip. When I returned...I learned his mother was dead." he sighs. "He is in his training grounds. Go to the garden and search for a stone different colored from the others." he grimaces. "He hates me entering it and I prefer no further arguements today."</span><br/><br/>A couple of hours later...<br/><br/>Duo has sweat beads trickling down his skin. His skin shimmering and shiny due to how hard he'd pushed himself. He puts away his large swords and switches to his martial arts combat moves. Spinning, spiraling. Cutting air and wooden planks. He soon took his anger out of his system and just sat down. Almost as if to meditate.