"Yeah." [b] Lance sits down and places his hand on the blade. He closes his eyes and they immediately re open, white and glassed over.[/b] ((Flashback)) [b] Chris May, in his mid-twenties and an older japanese man around his 40's are in kimonos, sparring with swords in a dojo. The katana Chris wields is identical to the one Lance has. After a few minutes of sparring, they bow and sit down on the mats.[/b] [i] "Thanks for the training, Sensei Hanzo. [/i] [i] "Anytime Chris. You're my best pupil. I didn't give you the Kirā for nothing," gesturing at the sword. "I only wish I had the matching one for the pair. Sadly it was stolen from me by a former pupil. [/i] [i] "Yes, I know Sensei. But one day I'll find it. I swear it.[/i] [i] "I have no doubt you will Chris." [/i] [b] The vision ends as Lance feels a sharp pain in his eyes and doubles over screaming.[/b]