VII- Light in the Dark
I took a gander outside the window of the guest room that I'm currently staying at. Standing at the broad forage down the view, a hardworking guy has been practising his skills in knife handling. Someone who's wholeheartedly tied-up to accept challenges will be easily inclined in a hit blockbuster for sure.
Not to mention how I disposed Trevor unnoticeably, he was amenable during the times he feel so bummed and frustrated. But now, who would've thought that a humorless and staid person bustled up more to take a painstaking dry run? He appeared more determined and brave from an uncomic peon--- which is a good sign of enhancement.
He'll be a sedulous successor for sure-- yet I don't think it'll work out in horseback riding.
He was severe and po-faced when I was training him before; his eyebrows never split up and his rage came worse whenever I tease his sobersided face.
"In attempting to kill an opponent, you will never take your eyes off your enemy." I held the knife comfortably and smiled. "That's why familiarizing yourself with your weapon is a must. Even though you actually don't pay much heed on it, you know how to handle it with proficiency."
For a moment of freezing at his place, he afterwards snapped out and smirked.
"To tip you off, be mindful when it comes to in characterization. Whatever you give is what he receives. If you're threatening your enemy, you should look spooky." I said.
I walked towards him with a smiling face. Not knowing what he should react, he backed off and waited.
When I landed my last step in front of him, my hand sprinted on his neck quickly and pointed the knife's edge against his cheek.
The plain shock on his face was actually funny as it seems, though Trevor didn't really think of what to do after shuddering.
"Why are you freezing?"
I giggled and looked at the edge of the knife. It wasn't the sharp one used for slicing, it was the other side that touched his skin instead.
"Agh," he pushed me away hardly. "A-Are you kidding me?"
I shook my head.
"I'm not." I smiled again. "Having an innocent and smiling face is my own way to catch my opponent off guard."
I trailed off in a second then chuckled.
"Otherwise, walking with glad toward your enemy is the creepiest way for threatening."
Trevor stomped his foot angrily.
"That's it! You really are creepy!" His fist shook in dementia.
"You're playing unfair!"
"Tell me, who would do a flawless slay if you are dealing with your opponent fairly? If you wanna win, one shall lose." I had swung the knife in the air. "Kill. You'd never kill someone without being wise. And for your side, you couldn't be killed if you're alert and fast."
He bowed his head down whilst gritting his teeth.
"Damn."
"You shouldn't be distraught by distractions!" I flicked the knife through my fingers on my right hand. He was somehow amazed on how I made it neatly.
"I told you, don't get distracted!"
I whipped the knife above his hair as I sliced the ends of it after he ducked.
Trevor gasped.
His sheen hair falling in the air astounded his own feels.
"Would you still wait for your opponent's warning?" I pointed the knife at his face. "If you let that happen, expect your death from their hands."
During my teaching, my voice comes out strictly and deeply. With that, it keeps his attention to stay put in our sincere enthrallment.
Hopefully, he has been absorbing everything I teach.
