Training with an unexpected guest

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You put your bag next to the statue and walk in-front of the dummy. You take your black tassel and try to maneuver it to what you think is the correct way to hold it. You stab the dummy like the way you would use a spear. 'I don't think this is entirely correct.' You tried to do a fighting stance. 'Ok y/n think. How does Xiao fight again?'

You try the fighting stance you had in mind. Your feet a bit away from each-other and two hands infront with the black tassel horizontally. Then you try to attack the dummy, only to almost behead yourself by trying to turn the pole-arm. "Holy fuck." You drop the pole-arm to catch your breath. You saw your life flash before your eyes.

"Break time." You sat against the statue and opened your bag. You packed some lunch. It was a fisherman's toast. You didn't bring a flask with water but there was a stream nearby so it was no problem. You looked around, the weather was lovely. The same as the day you arrived. Sun shining, not too hot but also not too cold. A pleasant breeze made it even better.

You sighed and took a bite out of the toast. "Why did I even choose a pole-arm." You facepalmed. 'I thought I'd look cool.' You answered yourself inside your head. After finishing the toast you walk to the stream. Making a bowl with your hands you drank some water. You also splashed your face. It was morning, around 10.00. You really weren't awake yet. It was probably an excuse for the terrible performance you just had.

You grab the pole-arm again and hit the dummy a few times. Your stance must be horrid but you are managing to hit it so who cares right? Well someone did. Suddenly you feel someone's hot breath on your neck. It sent shivers down your spine.

"That was absolutely pathetic." Someone whispered in your ear. You flinched at the close proximity and quickly moved away while dropping the pole-arm on the ground. When you turned around you were met with two indigo eyes.

You froze upon seeing who it actually was. A youthful looking man with a slender figure. Indigo eyes which seem to hide many secrets, bold red eyeliner and indigo hair perfectly matching his eyes. Inazuman clothing, a crest on his chest, a braided rope at his shoulder. The reds, blues, whites and purples could only lead to one man. "Scaramouche"

"Ah so you know my name. This probably means you know my reputation too is that right?" Scaramouche questioned you, the only thing you could do was nod. He walked closer. You took this as a threat. For your own safety you quickly took the pole-arm and pointed it at him. "Now now what's with the hostility? You really want this fight to happen?" He said.

You didn't move a muscle but kept your eyes trained on his very movement. "B-back off. I don't want to hurt you." He simply smirked at your remark. "You seem different. Trembling in fear but still trying to keep your ground huh?" You said nothing. You took it as a threat because of this aura around him that seemed so dangerous. It made you speechless. You stared at him. "You're quite the feisty one. Well then, bring it on." He motioned with his hand for you to attack him. You tried to hit him with the side of the pole-arm. He's your favourite character in the game, you can't bring yourself to even attempt to hurt him.

He simply grabbed the pole-arm and pushed you back. You tried to take the pole-arm back in your control but he was a lot stronger then you thought. Both hands on the pole-arm, horizontally. His hands were at the middle inner side and yours on the outer. With all your strength he still wouldn't budge.

He kept on pushing you back till your back hit the tree. The bark of the tree pressed against your back. He pushed the cold metal against your neck till it closed off your air pipe and started chuckling. He was close to your face just straight up laughing at how desperate you were, trying to break free. You're lungs were losing all its capacity. Tears threatening to fall from the corners of your eyes. You were helpless. Your grip already starting to loosen around the metal. On the other hand he seemed deeply in thought. Examining you. Also looking at the vision dangling at your hip.

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