Fingers Crossed [Hiatus]

Fated

Only a fool would rush into danger,
But how can I flee from your charms.
And now my heart fills with desire,
As I wish to be forever in your arms.

(This poem was found on a pastel pink card. The bewitchingly well-written texts made it impossible to not sneak a peek.)

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Present Day

The sun has yet to rise but loud clanging noises already rang from the Kamisato Estate. Two men can be seen sparring at the lawn as their blade collides rapidly. The man with the black shirt maintains his defenses, while the other one with white hakama and kimono mercilessly attacks without hindrance.

After taking a profound stepping position, the attacker spins and launches a swift circular attack, rendering the defender unarmed and his blade clatters on the ground. The attacker waits for his opponent as he turns around.

The defender groans, he wiped his hands through his trousers "Argh, this sweaty palm is no help."

"Excuses, excuses." the other chuckles and points his blade to the defender "You know what is simpler to accept, Thoma?"

"Pardon my straightforwardness," Thoma picks his sword and raised his shoulder "but I don't think I could ever match your sword skills in battle, Lord Ayato."

"Acceptable, and if i may add," Ayato gracefully spins his sword with one hand and gets into a stance "You simply lack of discipline."

Thoma rolls his eyes and stands firmly. He never holds back when he is sparring against the Commissioner, because if he does, he might get injured. Ayato always go for the fastest method to bring his opponent down, and even after that, he doesn't feel tired or runs out of breath. Thankfully their visions are out of the play or Thoma might have been already vaporized from existence.

As they begun again, Thoma quickly defends himself from Ayato's attack. The swings are more powerful that Thoma feels a little anxious of getting hit. Their dull blades won't injure deeply but bruises are quite painful too.

Defending from the strong swings made Thoma felt numb at his wrists, he could feel that his movements are slowing down significantly. While Thoma's arms are moving mid air with his sword, Ayato suddenly bashed the metal base closest to the hilt. The sword flicked away again, this time it spins through the air like a broken clock' hand before landing with the tip first to the ground.

Thoma raised both of his empty hands and shrieks "I yield!"

"Goodness me," Ayato takes a hand to rub his right ear, face stricken with dismay "Seems like your shout strikes deeper than your blade."

Thoma mutters under his breath, grumbling "It could have been more interesting if it was a polearm sparring."

Hearing the Chief Retainer's riposte, Ayato raised his right side eyebrow and folds his arms on his chest  "Did I just hear a rematch invitation?"

"Oh, dear! Look at the time!" Thoma chuckles and walks toward the pavilion, completely ignoring what Ayato just said "We better get changed or we might be late for our schedules."

Thoma quickly changes his clothes with the ones that has already been prepared on the pavilion. Seeing that the Chief Retainer is not interested to spar with him again, Ayato finds another way to intrigue him.

"Sure," Ayato puts his blade down and changes his hakama into his daily white suit attire "But it is truly such a shame that we will never get to see you win, even for once."

Thoma's face twists into a dendrobium-red color while Ayato smiles innocently, or more like, victoriously...

"Fine! For next rematch, I will bring my real polearm and- and you better have a life insurance!"