"Nah, but you look like you belong on the other side." the man said.
"It's fine," Nevooa said, "I can just not use my sword. You know if using a sword is my strength then what I am I without it."
"I guess so," the man said, "I am Mole."
Mole got up from his seat and stood up. He was around 6 foot and around the same size as Nevooa. Nevooa put his sword down on the bench.
"Kid, I'll go easy on you okay." Mole said.
"Alright." Nevooa replied.
They both walked towards the center of the mat and took a step back. They both went into fighting stances.
Nevooa had a nervous look on his face for good reason. He didn't know the strength of this guy and this is his first time fighting someone bare handed in this new world.
Mole shifted a little as if he knew what Nevooa was going to do. Then he dashed at Nevooa.
Nevooa threw a right hook but missed horribly. As Mole went under it and gutted Nevooa.
Nevooa a little back while holding his stomach.
"Ohh, shoot. My bad," Mole said, "I thought that you would be a little stronger."
"nOo," Nevooa squeaked, "I just got into the society, I'm not the best at combat."
"Get ready then I'll go easier." Mole said with a smile.
They got back to the center and hit a pose. This time Nevooa rushed at Mole.
Nevooa threw a barrage of punches but Mole was blocking all of them. He was blocking them with his forearm.
Then Nevooa winded up a right hook aiming for Mole's head.
Mole parried the attack and threw a few punches. Nevooa dodged most of them only getting hit by the second one.
While Nevooa was focused on Mole's upper body, Mole already readied up a low kick. Sweeping Nevooa's ankles.
Mole waited for Nevooa to get up. And after a few seconds he did.
Mole threw a punch right at Nevooa's head only grazing his hair. Then Nevooa using this opportunity shifted his body to the left and threw a punch at Mole's liver.
Boom.
Nevooa landed his first solid hit.
Mole moved his right leg back showing that the attack did affect him.
But then Mole land an open palm hit to Nevooa's diaphragm stunning him.
"You're a good fighter kid." Mole said, "You picked body right?"
"No, I picked mind." Nevooa replied while panting on the ground.
"Woah, you did? You actually have real talent with your fighting capabilities." Mole said surprised.
"Wait? Since you choose mind are you building anything?" Mole asked.
"Yeah, I'm building something." Nevooa said while getting up.
"Hey I have some friends and I think they could help you." Mole replied.
"Actually? That would be really helpful. I don't even know how to start building my stuff." Nevooa said.
"Follow me then." Mole said.
Nevooa picked up his sword and followed Mole out of the dojo.