Sanguine War Era

Chapter 4: Horns of invasion

Ura Mansion, Prosarea, Peacius, 29th Day 5th Phase 1454th Set.

Curved wooden katanas sliced through the humid air of the Ura Dojo. Sounds of wooden planks being stomped on echoed throughout the dojo. Two katanas' edge met each other in a violent clash, minute splinters broke away from the body of the katanas. Wooden Katanas slid back to protect their masters, Teiga and Levi. Father and son had an intense stare off, bracing themselves for the next encounter. With the alert eyes like an owl except his eyes had unruly blue flames burning, Teiga scanned his father's posture. Looking out for the slightest movement of a single muscle strand, while his father looked into his son's soul. Trying to predict his son's thoughts. Almost as though being choreographed, Levi moved his calve muscles and Teiga thought of striking his father on the right side of the waist. Both of them stomped their master legs onto the ground, given themselves a boost forward with their swords tracing behind them, waiting for their masters' command. Another clash of the swords but this time, Levi pushed his own weight onto his sword, forcing Teiga to kneel down on one knee while his arms shook uncontrollably. His veins were showing themselves, trying to escape from the captivity of the skin. The father showed his son a condescending smile that attempted to persuade the other sword to give up. Upon given the condescending smile, the buff father loosened his tight grip on his sword. Seizing this opportunity, Teiga quickly pushed himself up and turned the tables around. Giving one portion of his remaining strength, the young teenager flicked his father's sword out of his hands. The sword abandoned its master and laid on the wooden planks of the dojo. The last remaining sword rested beside the neck of Levi, trembling due to its thirst for blood.

"Well done my son, I can't believe you can beat me when you only just started yesterday," Levi said.

"You are just going easy on me, my father. No way that I can beat you so easily," Teiga said as he panted for breath.

"Nevermind that, what I've taught you up till now is just the basics of sword fighting."

"Really!? So are you going to teach me some of the unique techniques of the Ura Blade?" questioned the inquisitive teenager.

"No, the Ura Blade specialises in letting the user create their own move. I shall show you mine. Now step back."

Levi walked towards his resting sword and picked it up apologetically. "Seems like the Ura Clan really respects their swords eh?" Teiga thought to himself. Now that the wooden sword is back with his rightful master, the master stood up right and held the sword in front of him with the left leg in front for stability. The ever watchful eyes closed and he took in a long and deep breath before bringing the sword to his cheeks. Opening his eyes, his jet black pupils constricted and focused on a crawling ant that was minding its own business but it was just its unlucky day. Before Teiga knew it, the wooden sword cut through the air seamlessly with a whistling sound and stopped just before striking the ant.

"My father- What was- That?" asked Teiga, controlling his laughter.

"Look at the ant,"

Teiga looked down on the ant only to see two ants.

"Wait, those two black spots are not two ants. It is the sliced body of the ant!" exclaimed the dumbfounded teenager.

"Not just that, look beyond the sliced ant,"

He squinted his eyes and tried his hardest to look beyond the "ants", only to see evident sword marks on the polished wooden planks. Teiga stood rooted to the floor, paralysed by the sight of the dents. The only thing that moved was the grey fluttering training robe that he wore.

"Hmph, see this, my son? THIS, is my own move, Focused Strike," proclaimed Levi proudly. "Whenever I use this move, the target that I focus on will be the only one that gets sliced."