Love, Chou ♥ [Teru Minamoto x fem! reader] TBHK/JHHK [ON HOLD: HEAVY EDITING]

⒉The transferring

A/N: Image belonging to furawa-su, from Tumblr!

It was the moment, you came back home, announcing your arrival. You had the sweet and cold aftertaste in your mouth, crunching the on the remaining wafer cone. Your grandfather made an appearance, staring you down, demanding that you meet him outside, in your usual training ground. You stood at the entrance, frozen in place, over the carpeted surface of the lower floor. 

On the left of the door is the wooden shoe cabinet, containing dozens of small cubbies, a clothing closet on the other side. 

The sudden realization set in, about what you still held in your hand, and were quick to hide the ice cream wrapped behind your back, the crinkle of the wrapper made it too obvious that you were doing way more than you were told. 

After the small exposure to your misdeed, you softly obeying your elder, as your grandfather walked out. It might have been your imagination, but, you thought you saw his face go beat red, fuming quietly for a brief second before facing away from you.

You looked over as Tsubasa, with a puzzled look, his lips formed a usual thin line, "You should prepare, I think he wants to see your progress."

You nodded your head slightly, remembering the monthly review you were assigned to do.

"Should I get changed?" the sixteen-year-old asked, referring to her school uniform, consisting of a white blouse with a [favourite colour] tie, wearing a black cardigan over the top and a pleated dark blue skirt, your bit key was hidden underneath your woollen cardigan.

"Ichiro-sama wants you outside, immediately, so I suggest you don't." Tsubasa also went away, disappearing as he turned the corner of the entrance corridor.

You dropped your school bag at the entrance, sitting on the high platform to taking off your shoes, and slip into slippers.

'I wonder why he suddenly wants me to spare, early in the month.'

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The training ground has undergone many expansions and refinements over the years, as you stepped into an exterior was another area of the backyard, its nothing like the garden you rest in most of the time, it was quite the opposite, literally, while the garden you took the time to rest in, talking with you winged friends, the atmosphere filled with harmony, while here, you were required- needed to put a tough facade for yours and your grandfather's sake, so he doesn't continue to push you into a corner. When you entered, you were under the protection of the platform's canopy.

The chatter you heard, intrigued you, pulled your eyes away from the wooden platform you stood on, across from your grandfather, as you noticed the other clan warriors, house workers and Tsubasa were all here, to observe what was happening, circling outside the platform.

 Around the edges of the wooden platform, was heavy racks contain firewood for the house, smashed glass bottles you used as target practice, with your bit key active, that was currently being cleaned by staff. You found Tsubasa within the crowd again, carrying an uneasy expression on his face again, looking between you and your grandfather.

It's been a while, since the courtyard has been full like this, causing everyone to question the meaning behind your grandfather's sudden decision to go against you.

Standing above the creaky platform, your gaze had retired to the elder, just a few meters away from you.

"I want you and try and strike me, any means necessary is allowed" the crowed hushed, as the leader of the clan spoke, you swore that all of nature did as it was told when you heard tree rustling, or maybe birds stopped chirping, "You may begin."