One week later...
The big day was here at last. A tournament designed to show off their skills to the parents and various sponsors of the school here. Its purpose wasn’t anything like that for Corey though, the young Mandalorian was simply glad of an opportunity to test out his skills in actual combat, rather than training and sparring matches. It would be a day that would be remembered by many, and Corey had every intention of coming out on top. Even if he didn’t, Black knew that it would simply become the fuel he needed to push himself harder to come out ahead. Rising early as always, the young Mandalorian made his way to the mess, and ate quickly, getting through breakfast before dawn.
Black prepared himself, choosing to wear no armour, because armour didn't make him, and he believed himself more than the sum of its pieces, and had every intention of showing that today. Sitting in the centre of the training square,
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