Maelstrom

Chapter 42

Ruse's POV

Sunlight streamed across your face as you blink lazily, glaring at the offending brightness that intruded on your slumber. Ahh, morning already? You groan, tossing your arms over your head, shuffling the pillow underneath you in front of your face, desperate to return back to your rest.

Fate apparently had other ideas, a loud knocking resounding from your door, leaving your fleeting wish for a bit more rest to dissipate.

"Argenti, you need to get up." Mihawk's low and sardonic voice echoes from the other side of the room, and you grimace, knowing that your teacher was likely glaring from his position.

Oh well, you yawn widely as you stretch languidly before padding over to the door, swinging it open to reveal the handsome golden eyed swordsman.

You were right, that man was definitely glaring as his golden eyes narrow on your half-dressed form, your hair disheveled, a sleepy grin on your face as you greet him.

"Oi, so early." You sigh dramatically before looking at the man across from you.

"But good morning to you too, Shishō." You reply, canting your head accordingly, grinning a little as you see his pupils darken, dilating momentarily, lingering on the sliver of naked skin peeking through your shirt before darting back up to your own golden gaze.

You smirk at him knowingly as he frowns, tossing you a bundle of clothing before he avert his eyes to the side, furrowing his brows in annoyance.

"Put these on and be downstairs in five minutes or you'll be training on an empty stomach Argenti." Mihawk retorts, throwing you a reprimanding look as he turns and strides back towards the dining area.

Guess that makes two of you that aren't morning people, huh? You chuckle as you examine the swath of clothing your teacher had thrown at you.

A simple thread barren grey tunic, a pair of black socks, and loose fitting pair of pants resembling your own gauchos, though they weren't the close-cut ones in a women's fashion, rather these all seemed to be a men's fit. Must be Mihawk's older clothes, you muse as you hold them to your chest, deciding to go ahead and change quickly, so as to not miss your chance for breakfast.

Hurriedly yanking off your own clothing in favor of the training gear your teacher provide, you pull your long mane of white locks from your face, tying it up in a loose bun, nodding at your appearance, you should ask Mihawk if you could go into civilization again to find some more clothes that were actually wearable, having the only option currently in between your slightly-too-tight gear or Mihawk's older clothing, One was a tad too tight, the other being a tad too large. Though that would have to wait until you had actually made some solid progress with your new devil fruit powers and the mysterious force of Haki that had just been introduced to you.

You were actually pretty excited about it, maybe Mihawk would be able to give you some more pointers on swordplay too, you grin as you visualize last night's situations unfolding, snickering at the thought. How amusing, the so called greatest swordsman alive-blushing at your antics, was he really alluding to be a prude-you groan, shaking your head.

Right now you were ravenous, and dwelling on any distraction would serve a moot point. Food was your top and only priority right now, the rest could wait.

"Well, no time like the present." You state, grinning as you bound down the stairs to the dining hall.
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A tantalizing aroma hit your nose as you enter the room, eyes widening as you take in the sight before you. Two plates set on the large table from yesterday, stacked with a mouthwatering meal. Two slices of golden brown toast, a generous handful of bacon atop the wheat, sunny-side up eggs sandwiched in the middle of them, a glass of orange juice to the left, cutlery on the right, you could marry this man. Mihawk was seated in the chair you had been in yesterday, a newspaper folded in front of him, nursing a warm cup of coffee, his posture relaxed as you slid into your own seat.