Symbiotic Witcher

bio & part 1

Name: Y/N L/N

Look: How ever you want.

Love interest: Ciri

Ciri: Come on Y/N, Vesemir's asleep lets go practice with the wooden swords.

Y/N: Have you actually read it?

Ciri: Of course I have.

U/N: Alright I'll trust you just this once, come on lets go.

Making our way downstairs we went outside to train, and after a bit of time training Geralt came outside to watch Ciri to see what she does wrong.

Geralt: Wrong. I see why your so eager to practice. Strike! Y/N fix your posture.

Giving a nod I adjusted my posture then swung the wooden sword Gerald gave a nod while focusing on Ciri. She ended up losing her wooden sword but caught it with her foot and kicked it back up into her hand swinging the sword a few times. Looking back at Geralt he had his hand on his face.

Geralt: You're not in the circus. Pirouette! Wrong. Footwork! Enough. Get down.

Ciri: With a flip?

Geralt: What do you think?

Ciri proceeded to backflip and then took off her blindfold when Gerald told her to.

Geralt: Ciri you've got work to do. Your reflexes are still slow. And Y/N you don't have a lot to work on just remember the posture.

Ciri: Maybe for a witcher.

Geralt: Think drowners or strigas will go easy on you because you haven't undergone mutations. Though in both of your shoes I'd fear Vesemir more than any strigas. Disobeying his instructions... Unwise.

Y/N: Well we did read the book, and he was asleep.

Ciri: And the book was horribly dull.

Y:/N: It was?

Ciri: Yes!

Geralt: I know. But you both know that its no excuse.

Y/N: I'm sorry.

Ciri: Ugh. I'm sorry. It won't happen again.

Geralt: Sorry's not good enough. You both will read "ghouls and alghouls" in its entirety. Appendices included.

Y/N: Yes!

Ciri: No!

They both looked at me like I said something strange.

Geralt: How about Y/N cleans the stable.

Y/N: No!

Geralt: Better.

Ciri: Can I clean the stables too?

Geralt: No. End of discussion. Come on. We'll practice with the others down below.

Ciri: Shall we run the walls?

Geralt: Of course. This a Witcher school or an eleven bathhouse.

Ciri: Beat you two to the bottom.

Y/N: I'm already up the ladder.

Geralt: Hah.

We all started running through Kaer Morhen then reached the bottom of the place where the other witchers were.

Vesemir: Anything you two have to say for yourself? Young lady? Young man?

Y/N: I'm sorry. Uncle Vesemir.

Ciri: I'm very sorry. Uncle Vesemir.

Vesemir: You young bloods crave action, I understand that. But when you fight a beast, knowledge counts as much as your silver sword. At the very least you would be able to tell the difference between ghouls and alghouls...