Blending Fate

7-Dirt

Rolled, I got rolled over.

At first it was okay but as soon as he got serious I did nothing but defend myself, he gave me no respite and after a few moments I found myself on the ground.

I'm supposed to be a pillar damn it!... I'm still weak, too weak...

I was in the living room, alone, Kami having gone to sleep and Muichiro continuing to train in the basement. I had left because I was frustrated...

Anyway.

After a few hours he came back up. He was slightly injured but nothing more, still as neutral as usual.

"It was a very good training, I'll come back, so our deal is done."

"Hm..."

I sighed, disappointed, I thought I was stronger than that...
He looked at me for a few moments before speaking.

"Don't be so frustrated, you're a pillar, I'll grant you that, but I'm stronger than you. And no offense, you're clearly the weakest of them all."

A vein appeared on my cheek.

"Hmph, I'm just not used to katanas, give me my weapons and-"

"Don't try to justify yourself and be a little realistic. Do you really think you can beat one of us?"

I growled and lowered my head. He was right, and that's what was pissing me off.

Nothing has changed, I'm still as weak...

The silence continued to reign, he was totally indifferent, he deserves to be slapped!

He looked out the window, seeing that it was raining cats and dogs, the wind and the storm reigning.

"Well, while waiting for this storm to end I'm going to write my weekly report. Where are the sheets?"

I pointed at a piece of furniture, some papers and ink with quills on it.
He then helped himself and sat down at the table, taking out two quills and two papers, placing one in front of him and one on the seat next to it. He then turned to me and tapped the chair next to him with his hand, motioning for me to come over.

I raised an eyebrow.

"And why would I come?"

"I know full well that you haven't written your report for the week, so come here and write it."

"Hmph, I don't feel like it." I replied, turning my head.

"Listen to me, if it were up to me I wouldn't care, but think about Master Ubuyashiki. Sure, he doesn't reprimand you, but do you really think that doesn't bother him?" He asked me, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

I sighed, he's right but that doesn't change the fact that I don't know how to write.

Seeing that I wasn't moving, he suddenly stood up and to my great surprise he grabbed me by the wrist and violently pulled me to the table, throwing me on the chair.

"Well, come on, I don't have the same patience as the Master."

He handed me a quill and I took it without flinching, totally stunned by this sudden violence.

He sat down next to me and waited for me to start writing.

I leaned on the table, frowning, hiding my embarrassment as best I could.

"So? What are you waiting for?"

I remained silent, which made him frown.

"Are you still throwing tantrums at your old age?"