The Forest Guardian // Madara Love Story

Chapter Five

And you shall see.

The woman led him not too far from where they were, she stopped so suddenly Madara nearly knocked into her,
“We shall spar here.”
Madara placed his bag down not wanting it to get in the way of this 'match'. She stepped away from him and also took of her cloak from around her shoulders; also not wanting it to get in the way, Madara noticed by that point a large amount of scars that graced her arms, that he never noticed before. He snapped back to reality when the Guardian lifted her arm up into the air, a blue flame appeared on her finger tip that she let glide away from her and towards the middle of the two,
“This spirit will allow the spar to happen. If it were to go too far. The spirit will step in. Agreed?”
Madara nodded, eager to prove how strong he was against the legendary Guardian that guards the forest.
“Hand in hand. Perhaps a weapon afterwards. If you are worthy.”
Madara growled at her,
“Then shall we begin?”
The Guardian noted his anger rising and smirked, with a nod they immediately started their spar.

She was mostly blocking his impatient hits, this riled Madara up the wall. But he kept true to his word of only hand in hand combat, he wasn't one to break rules in sparring matches, another punch was thrown but instead of dodging it, the Guardian instead caught it, the force that he sent the punch into her hand was bone-breaking, tree closest to them shock from the sheer force of the punch. And yet the Guardian remained unhurt, instead of just sitting there, Madara sent his other hand for her stomach and again, his hand was caught,
“You do not expect to win. Do you?”
She taunted him. Madara fumed and went to kick her, but it was reversed around and she sent him flying. Skidding to a halt he quickly went for her again,
“Such a hot-headed human.”
She muttered before putting effect in and running at him also, they both clashed yet again. And so their spar continued, but it wasn't long before Madara was on the ground with the Guardian's fist so close to his face almost touching it. She sat on top of him with her hand to his throat,
“You cannot possibly beat me. It's not possible.”
Madara was going to shove her off of him but didn't get to as she quickly stood up and took a few paces away, he only sat up rubbing his jaw. He was only put to the ground because of surprising punch she did to the jaw, nearly breaking it into pieces.
“I've lived far longer than you. The fighting style you performed is something I've seen before. Though...you did catch me off guard a few times. I shall have to watch my back for those moves.”
It was hard for her to compliment a human, as her hatred burned so that was the best she could say to him, but Madara took it none the less. The Guardian held out her hand for Madara to take and surprisingly he took it,
“We shall postpone the weapon spar. As your jaw will just hinder you. So I suggest not to do hand in hand combat for a while. If anyone were to hit your jaw now with such a force it would break.”
Madara just growled at her,
“Hmph, with weapons, I could easily beat you.”
Though it hurt to move his jaw, he powered through it. The guardian gave a roll of the eyes,
“I very highly doubt that.”
And so, without another word the Guardian left but was stopped as she realized Madara had not been following her, did he have a death wish? But instead as she turned, the little spirit that was watching the spar was floating in front of him. He watched it with caution though it did nothing,
“Hm?”
The Guardian strolled over to the spirit with a questioning look and all it said was,

He is the one.

She could not believe her ears, it couldn't be. Gently as she could, the Guardian pushed the spirit away and bowed in respect to it before taking Madara and leaving, the spirit was young so it couldn't be true, it wasn't good judgement. The woman tried to convince herself and hadn't realized that she was still holding Madara's hand until a fake cough brought her out of her head,
“You can let go of me...I'm not a lost child looking for it's mother.”
The Guardian immediately let his hand go, heat rushing to her cheeks.