The Fan and the Flame IX

At first, training was quite dull. The Order didn't seem aware that I had prior experience with a weapon. I went easy on Azalea, assuming she was doing the same for me and would stop once she realized that I wasn't new to combat.
She wasn't.
It didn't take me long to notice her heavy breaths and slow movements. Not going easy, then. Simply not as well trained as I was. It was time, then, for a new instructor.
We weren't alone in the training yard when it happened. My blade struck into her stomach, cutting a deep scar. She looked... Shocked that I'd done it. At least four of the other trainees screamed, and the training officer came running.
He yelled at me, I think, and dragged me to my room as Azalea was taken to the infirmary. She didn't make it.
For the next several days, angry whispers followed me. The training officer impressed upon me that at the Order of Brim, we were not meant to kill each other. It was a change, and not one I understood, but one I accepted.
After just over two weeks, the whispers stopped following me. I still walked in on them from time to time, but they would flee as soon as I did. None of the other trainees had any want to work with me, and so most of my training was at the hands of the training officers. They were hardly more competent than the trainees; and so I often ended up away from the training yard, by myself, doing what no one else seemed to be able to do: improving.
That was when I started going by Temerity.