At a young age, Azaras was always a little different. He wasn't popular and he was never so good with teachers. Ever since he was 6, he never liked the idea of other animals telling him what to do. He felt the teachers would make him feel stupid. when he was 8, he found a way to mess with anyone who messed with him. You see, he has a certain way with words and secrets. he usually never did his homework and would either play sports or video games. Growing up in the age of technology, he could control the teachers PCs. then take the average score of one student and replaced it with his name. This Fox was sneaky. His would also purposely change his grade point average either up or down, just to stay under radar. He figured that if he make perfects all-day, the faculty would call him out. Better to be safe. At the age of 11, his mouth got the better of him. trying to make friend ended up more painful then he thought. A relaxing day at the park was not in the stars today. Six other, way older, animals came by and didn't feel comfortable with Azaras.

After about 11 mins, they decided to play a game. Azaras was wearing his favorite bandanna and they suggested blindfolding Azaras and playing Blind-Tag, as they so called it. Walking blindly, Azaras felt a massive strike on the back of his skull. Turning around in surprise, he was shoved to the ground, face first. Afterward, two of the others grabbed his arms to prevent him from removing the blindfold. He was kicked and punched on the ground, hearing whatever comments each animal had to say. But he heard one thing that will remain in his head since that horrible day. "You will always be this fat, weakling Fox. You will never change". He was saved by his sister who was driving by the school to pick him up. She is 14 years older than Azaras, she was always like a protector to him. With a loud "Stop what your doing, RIGHT NOW!", it was enough to scatter all the animals in the park, except Azaras. Broken and beaten on the floor, thinking about what just happened, he couldn't help but cry more than he ever had before. Because they were right. he was clever, he wasn't strong. If this happened once, it'll happen again. Especially with his mouth.

He didn't want to be weak anymore. While playing one of his favorite fighting games, he thought to himself. "I want to be like this, I want to be like Ken, I want to fight BACK!"
His mother, of course, heard of his ordeal yesterday. She didn't like that. Once Azaras came home that day and told her everything, she demanded he take classes. Azaras accepted. Of course he would, this running feeling of general hatred toward others, the tone of his voice sounded almost demanded.

The next year of school was just horrid. Going into grade 8, and moving to a new school. The school was half the size and the bullies were twice as big. you could imagine how he felt around anyone. The first month was just a struggle. In a much poorer school, much less technology, and much less chance of him making his own grades. This was gunna be tricky, and he's all about tricky. He started by scoping out the school and knowing where all his teachers are. and where all the records are. He's got to get more physical if he was to pass. And with a school of over-sized wolves, bears and birds, this was going to get even harder. If everyone can smell him out and spot him from angles that he can't see, or even hearing every step he took. of course that was easy for everyone wearing shoes. It took him almost half a month to realize, "I need a friend, an ally, a partner in crime." he never trusted anyone since that fateful day in the park. So this is going to take even-longer.

After the second month, a new student came into the class. She was 2 years younger than anyone in the class but she was so smart and spontaneous. She look almost too happy all the time. She was a coyote with the brightest yellow fur he's ever seen. with pitch black markings on her neck and hair that resembled lightning bolts. This class was not tolerating that. Even the big, scary owl we called "a teacher" asked to take her seat and remain quiet for the rest of the day. But was Azaras heard was "Ms Ohmzly, would you kindly, Sit down and Shut-up!"

A week later, Azaras and Ohmzly were on the bus to go to a design-tech class. Of course, since the school was so poor their computer classes were at a sister school. Azaras has been there before and his first thought were "Thank PAW I didn't go here". The students were worse and the teachers are smarter than his current program. But this was a ride to change his thoughts of people. Ohmzly actually started a conversation with Azaras with an opening line that really threw him off. Her first words to him were " Do you like Furry Fantasy 7?" His eyes opened wide and he replied " I Looove Furry Fantasy 7!" They started talking and found a lot of things in common with this girl. They were both up to date on the latest tech, But Ohmzly was above and beyond Azaras's level. For a young coyote, she was brilliant. When the reached the Design-tech class, their long-hair hippie cat wasn't even paying any attention to them. They both already gave themselves marks so they were just messing around with the design software. Azaras and Ohmzly knew that they would be friends ever since.

They started hanging out playing Yu-Gi-Paw and Street Furry II. After a few round Azaras mentioned how bad he wants to be a fighter and Ohmzly surprised him yet again. "Oh you want to fight for real, you should join my dojo." she suggested. "Not only is she smart, she was strong too?". This sparked Azaras's interest. "When do you meet" he asked with excitement. "After 7 usually, every night but Sunday. In fact, HOLY SHIT! I should be getting ready. What time is it?"

That night he went with Ohmzly to her dojo. The building it was in look like an underground fight club. It had no sign on front and it was very small. Azaras liked the look of it. Entering, Ohmzly put her Gi on while Azaras talked with the head sensei. In fact he was not much older than Azaras. He's 12 now and the Head sensei was 19. But he was the nicest Tiger he ever met. The style he teaches involved trickery in his fighting. At least Azaras had one of those traits. He just has to learn to fight. He decided to sit on the benches and watch how it looked. Everyone partnered up and began sparring in one minute fights. Ohmzly asked if the sensei would spar with her and show Azaras a thing or to. She liked to tease Azaras but he did not mind. After he happily excepted, they started. Ohmzly started with the first strike that Azaras could not see. Her kick flew through the air faster than Azaras could see. at the end of her kick faded a small spark of electricity. That, Azaras did see. "Her kick left a spark?" Her sensei took this damage with glee and told her to look up. She blinked once and the sensei was gone. Azaras wasn't looking at the fight because he was still contemplating Ohmzly's sparks. When Ohmzly looked up she saw her sensei striking her shoulders and bringing her to the floor. Azaras heard that slam and immediately look up to see Ohmzly on the floor. Her gloves began to spark again and she burst straight forward, between the senseis legs. And, of course, Azaras looks away, thinking about how to ask Ohmzly what's happening. As she dashed though and quickly turned back, the sensei was gone. Until he delivered another strike to the other shoulder. flooring her again. "Another slam?" Azaras thought. "She's so fast though like lightning, how does this happen?" This fight went on for another 30 second, however Azaras and Ohmzly kept their eyes on the sensei at all times.

The fight was over and Azaras could not stop smiling at the class. He was trying to study everyone and their techniques. Everyone had a style and everyone had a quirk that affected the tide of battle. "Do I have one?" Everyone saw Azaras in deep thought and a smile on his face, they thought he was insane.

Afterward he asked to join anyway he can. And his sensei gladly accepted. "We're not gunna beat around the bush, you will be tested to your limits and farther, are you prepared?". "I wan to be strong to, I want to fight" Azaras responded with his serious voice. Now he made his new sensei smile, his training begins.

Two years have passed, Azaras was getting his bearings and he was gaining more confidence in himself. He still didn't have his own style yet but he was making a lot of friends there. One training session, the sensei introduced a new student. "Everyone, this is Fenric, hes gunna be joining us from now on". Now this raccoon was 10 Years old and looked very timid. A really shy guy. When all the students lined up in belt order, he would be right next to Azaras in the white belt group. This was a first but, Azaras spoke up and said "Hi, and welcome". Azaras was flabbergasted that he actually said anything, he was never one to say the first word. Fenric looked at Azaras, almost with a light smile, and he quickly looked away. It's almost like he doesn't want to be here.