Vergil finished up his last fight by getting behind his opponent when the guy foolishly rushed in with everything he had, and the black haired teen twisted and put his sword into his foe's chest with a horizontal swing, getting him under his armpits with ease.  What was going on here?  He'd never fought a day in his life, and he was beating the hell out of these guys without even trying!  It...felt good...strangely enough.  Bowing in respect again before finally taking his mask off, Vergil wiped his forehead off before going to change into his uniform again, having talked to the coach to join the club, something he would have never considered doing before.  Today was just full of surprises.  Feeling a bit better, a little lighter, Vergil walked home with a little more confidence and well, life than he had felt in a very long time.  He wasn't anywhere near back to normal, but every little bit helped, as his mother said quite often.  It was almost nightfall by the time he showed up at the small apartment his mother had taken over as a favor to a friend who's grandma was dying of old age in a nearby hospital.  It paid the bills, and kept a roof over their heads without having to draw from the family fortune usually.  Finding his mother in her room, sewing up a pair of blue jean pants, a soft yet sad smile on her face, Vergil took off his shoes before entering their living quarters, as was the tradition in these parts.  His mother looked up and smiled a bit wider as she sensed the change, small as it was, in him.  "You look like you had a good day...my son."  The only woman he could afford to open up to now was frail looking to those that first saw her.  Short chestnut brown hair, sad yet deep brown eyes, many wrinkles marring her otherwise beautifully fair face, and yet she was the strongest person he knew.<br/><br/>"Yes mother...I...may have found something to make me a bit...more whole I guess you could say.  Kendo...if you can believe that."  Vergil said, slowly walking over to her to hug her close, which she accepted gladly with one of her own.  When it was over, they had a little small talk before Vergil went to his room to study and to get the homework out of the way.  He was nothing if not studious when it came to school.  Havning a non existent social life helped.