Roseborn | Hwang Hyunjin

❃ Chapter 5

You could tell that Hyunjin's mind was elsewhere when his Kizāri flew out of his grasp upon clashing with yours.

It was a mistake only a beginner would make.

You heaved an exasperated breath and stabbed the ground with your Kizāri, glaring at a confused Hyunjin while he stared blankly at his disgraced weapon. With a shake of his head, he crouched down and grabbed the handle, dragging the Kizāri with him to his side of the sand square.

He drew a new half-moon then looked up at you, surprised to find you unmoving at the center of the court. He lifted a brow in mute question, and you frowned, unable to keep the frustration to yourself anymore.

"Why didn't you say no?"

He didn't owe you conversation. He didn't need to talk to you unless he had an order to give. The Nilfyn were above engaging with simple humans.

That didn't stop you from pressing further, hefting your Kizāri with two hands as you stepped toward him. "I didn't have to see that, and you could've objected."

Silence.

You let out a sizable sigh. Of course your attempts wouldn't make him budge.

Returning to your spot, you shaped your half-circle and fell back into the rhythm of the fight. But the unanswered questions and his curious behavior seemed to bubble over in your mind. If the Ērmār was using you against him, for whatever reason, then you were in immense danger. You weren't willing to let Hyunjin go until you had your answers.

Seemingly distracted as he was, Hyunjin let his Kizāri swoop lazily and you took that opportunity to arc your weapon toward the ground, successfully trapping his in the sand. You swiftly set a foot on the blunt underside of his Kizāri, its head now buried in the sand, and threw your best glare at the Sōrsānt. He'd have to counter the full weight of your body and the fix of your Kizāri if he wanted to free his weapon.

"I need answers."

At your shameless demand, a scowl distorted Hyunjin's handsome features. He tugged on his Kizāri, and you pressed your foot harder in response. It was his fault for allowing you to trap him so easily anyway.

"Why didn't you object?"

His grip on the Kizāri's handle tightened, but he remained silent. Your frustration only multiplied. He was more stubborn than a traitor in interrogation.

"Why did you let the Ērmār humiliate you like that?"

He turned his face away in a show of disinterest, but you saw the tick in his jaw. He was getting irritated.

"You're the Sōrsānt, for goodness' sake! Why do you feign weakness?"

That seemed to do it. He snapped his head toward you, eyes thundering with turbulent anger and another emotion you couldn't quite place. The steely edge of his words could break stone. "You don't know me."

"Oh? I think I've seen enough to know what I need to know. You're conceited, callous, and careless, and you're weak. Why am I training with you?"

Hyunjin kept his lips pressed together, his frown deepening. You were the one being careless with your words, but you couldn't stop. Once they slipped past your lips, all your thoughts came tumbling out.

"You don't use your magic." your statement sounded more like a question. You had been observing him during your training hours, and he never resorted to an Elemental Tilt to turn the tides of your fights. Hyunjin relied on his skills solely, and although it made the match between the two of you a notch fairer, it was suspicious. The Nilfyn prided themselves on their magic.

You leaned closer, lowering your voice skeptically, "Unless...you don't have magic."

He flinched at that—flinched—and you didn't pretend to overlook it, murmuring, "I'm right, aren't I?"

You retracted your Kizāri from the ground and lifted your foot from his weapon, raising your chin in challenge as you stepped away. Almost immediately, Hyunjin's Kizāri swung at you, frantic yet precise. Metal clashed on metal, and you were pivoting away, fighting the crazed laugh threatening to erupt in your chest.

It was almost too easy to rile Hyunjin up.

If the Sōrsānt had no magic, then that meant that he was an illegitimate child. That would explain his avoidance of using it and might be the reason behind the Ērmār's harshness with him.

If he had no magic, then that meant that he was a human like you. You only needed to prove it.

You lowered your guard, purposely giving Hyunjin the chance to disarm you. His swings, whereas still strong, were erratic, as though he was desperately fighting for his life. His dark eyes were glazed over with that same desperation.

Reminiscent of your first duel, he pushed you to the ground, pressing his Kizāri against your chest. Your weapon slipped out of your grasp.

You inhaled sand, looking up at him with a satisfied smirk. "See? No magic."

Before giving him time to react, you raised your legs to hook them around his and toppled him over. In the breath of his surprise, you snatched his Kizāri, rolling and pinning him under you easily. You clutched the weapon like a spear as you aimed it at his neck, barely hearing your voice over the wild beating of your heart. "You're powerless. You're a liar."

His beautiful face was marred with distress and fury, and with a sharp pang of realization, you recognized the emotion that filled his eyes moments earlier. Fear.

Hyunjin's hand gripped your wrist to divert the Kizāri. A growl rumbled in his throat as he tried to wrestle you off and regain the upper hand. He didn't acknowledge your accusations while the two of you tumbled across the court.

Your back hit the soft sand again as Hyunjin held you down, his hand slamming into the ground beside your head. His Kizāri was discarded. The strands of hair that framed his face whispered against your skin when he leaned in, seething, yet so incredibly vulnerable. He rasped, the smoothness of his voice hardening into ice despite the warmth of his presence. "You don't know me, human."

Then, as if struck by lightning, his eyes enlarged, and he scrambled off you suddenly. You furrowed your eyebrows at his bizarre change of behavior, noticing a moment too late that you had been holding your breath.

With a grunt, you pushed yourself to your feet. Blood was rushing through your system too quickly, but you weren't going to let Hyunjin flee just yet. You needed answers, and this fight wasn't going to end until you had them.

You turned to find your Kizāri and paused, eyes landing on a single flower resting on the pearly sand.

Right where Hyunjin's hand had hit the ground.

A flower, where there was nothing but sand before.

A/N: hey! I hope the story has been interesting so far . The next chapter will be updated on Thursday, so stay tuned!