Silent Ruler [DNF]

Chapter 7: Two-handed sword

George banged his head repeatedly against a wall in the hut. Why would it have to be Dream? Why couldn't Philza have chosen literally anyone else to help prepare him for the upcoming mission?

And then there was the mission itself. How the hell was he supposed to avoid revealing his true identity? And on top of everything, how was he going to hide his new mismatching eyes? Surely someone would start questioning if he kept walking around with the glasses.

He sank to the floor with his back against the wall. Dream was clearly not looking forward to his new role as mentor. After Philza left, he demanded George to go wait in the hut. What the blonde needed to do was unclear, maybe kill someone or punch a child to calm his mind. So, George was nervously waiting for Dream to barge in.

After what felt like forever, the door finally flung open. Dream marched in, dressed in black cargo pants, a green blouse and black booth. A sword was strapped to his belt and a similar sword and holster rested in his hands.

"How well can you handle a sword?" He asked in an intense tone.

George found himself once again wishing that he had paid more attention to the lectures about weapons. "Not my finest skill unfortunately." He mumbled. He had expected a snarky response but Dream only opened the door and indicated for George to follow. Which showed itself to be more difficult than anticipated as Dream was nearly a head taller than him. But he did his best to keep up.

Dream picked up the pace, which meant George now needed to run. Only as they reached the thought-out destination did it hit him that Dream had most likely held that pace to make George warm up without realizing what he was doing.

What George assumed was a fighting arena appeared in a distance. As he got closer, he saw that the fences separating the area from the rest of the cave was carefully crafted by thin branches that appeared to grow out of the stone floor. Though such a description might not sound too extraordinary. However, it was as if nature itself had built the arena. George traced over the leaves that grew from the sticks that created the fence. How it was made awoke tons of questions, its beauty was even more astonishing.

"Done staring at the fence yet?" Dream asked impatiently. George whipped around and saw the blonde standing a few meters away with crossed arms and a bored expression. His cheeks heated from embarrassment.

Dream didn't await his answer and threw a sword in George's direction, which George thankfully caught. He followed Dream's example and got into the ring. He positioned his feet wider apart and placed the sword in his left hand. Though, that's when he saw that it was a two-handed sword, meaning both heavier and longer than the sword he'd used previously.

The blonde was eyeing him with a cocky smirk, and he just knew that Dream had chosen this type of sword because he understood that George couldn't use it. He sighed and pushed the glasses further up his nose.

"Ready?"

George glanced at the sword one more time before he nodded stiffly.

"Fantastic." Dream said sarcastically before he swiftly closed the distance.

The sound of metal colliding rang through the cave walls. George sure did his best, but it didn't get him far. A few hits and his arms caved under pressure from the heavy sword and Dream's merciless treatment. It fell out of his hands and cold metal rested against his chest.

George swallowed his pride and rose his hand to signal defeat. Dream withdrew the blade but continued to keep his intensive gaze on him. "Your ability barely exceeds a child." The blonde sneered.

George lowered his eyes. True, but the statement still stung.

"And those stupid goggles aren't helping."