THE ARCHAIC SKY

CHAPTER: THE UNAVOIDABLE REGRET

The Seikatsu

A fairly new Seiran organization, under the jurisdiction of her high council that has spread out all over Jinsei. They prefer using little to no diplomacy to get their way. Out of all the underworld organizations, they are by far the strongest with their deadly ordo of heralds fulfilling their bidding.

"doesn't tea get boring after a while?" the words were odd to hear seeing as it came out of the lord Yamiyo himself. swinging his sword around in his neat little garden as Amara continued to drink her tea and read the quaint and short light novel. The hot summer air was enough to make her melt, let alone Lord Fuyuyoshi who stood under the eternal sun with his sword. "what if we drink sake instead?"

Amara glanced up from her book. it seems the years barely affected his form and strength. the Hakuen blade, his infamous sword. Its handle is a black, purple diamonds peeking from under it. it's pommel, decoratively angular, and a bronze-like gold with a single tassel. the crossguard was not large nor wide but certainly pretty, its patterned shape enveloping the curved blade.

He's taken up the duty of watching over her at this time of day when there was no one else to dote over her. after a while, the two has gotten closer. Though she did notice that he had an odd sense of humor.

"I'm not of age, remember? That and it's the middle of the day..." Amara huffed, it took a while to prepare the tea, not to mention picking out the book, seeing as all light novels have absurdly long titles. "then again... the taste of matcha does get dull... oh! maybe we should order osmanthus tea from Zhongyuan or maybe cherry blossom tea... no if I prepare that wrong it'll taste salty..."

"still tea" he hummed along as his blade whistled in the air.

"uh... then what about osmanthus wine?"

"you're too young"

Amara grinned. "then tea it is, old man,"

Amara narrowed her eyes, a blanket of silence and nothingness falling on the two, the air is still, this should be the perfect weather to traverse the skies. "you're stalling... distracting me..." Isn't that the main reason she's here? shouldn't he just get on with it instead of keeping her here as a hostage. "shouldn't i just get this over with..." she snapped her fingers and in a sudden wind began to spin in a small circle, picking up leaves before disappearing and scattering the leaves around.

the reflection of his blade that flash across the room stopping as he halted the harsh endless swinging of his blade. his eyes growing cold before he glanced away. "there's nothing wrong with stalling things"

"that's called procrastination"

he laughed slicing the air so quickly she swore he had cut a leaf in half, one that had just fallen and begun it's way to the ground. "not when one of those things are meeting with the council and that damned white room" Her eyes drooped as her mouth relaxed into a calm frown after her smile had dropped. an air and feeling of dread blanketing the room. He laughed, as if already guessing. "lazy or tired?"

"lazy... mistress Hanami is going to get upset again... she always does... even though she's the one making me strive hard for achievements and all that" Amara huffed again, all those tutors and private classes, studying and perfecting every part of her. and yet somehow the mistress disliked it when she wished to fix her gift.

Amara glanced up to the wall, decorative pieces hung along with the banners that don the emblem of the Yamiyo. but Amara's eyes fall right to the spear. it was something reminiscent of a weapon in her novels. "who's polearm is that?"

"hm? no ones" he paused "if you want it, just take it, it's only gathering dust,"

She frowned, he's always like this. "Hmph, I don't want a Kageuchi..." she knew it most likely wasn't. Even if he was a Yamiyo, he was still a noble, she doubted he would have taken a Kageuchi instead of the real thing.