Concealed - Jesse X Reader: Minecraft Story Mode

Chapter 3 (Edited)

The flaxen sun began advancing over the hill, followed by the cloying, brittle wind sweeping past the houses. Jesse swung open the wooden door and led me outside, with the same crispy breeze brushing on my face as I squinted my eyes at the vivid genial radiance. I grappled to keep up, as the large sword held me back from keeping up to Jesse pace. "What are we doing here?", I asked.

Jesse glanced back at my perplexed expression as he flashed an amused grin. He reached into his inventory, drawing out a sword. I swear I began sweating lavishly right then and there. "Training. You're never gonna survive in this world if you can't use a sword", he chuckled boastfully. I crossed my arms, to show Jesse that I was insignificantly offended. Jesse lifted up both hands in defence, without clearing off his complacent smirk. "I didn't mean it in an insulting way", he asserted. My orbs rolled to the back of the head. Despite knowing I was going to humiliate myself, I decided to give it a shot. "Alright, what should I do first?".

"Ok, the first thing to know is your defence position", Jesse established, aiming the sword to the ground. "A position you can go back to if you can't attack". I proceeded to gape at him with an emotionless expression, not having a clue what to do or what he was talking about. Jesse gave me a wide-eyed frown until I finally got the hint. I dawdled to stand in my resistance form before I eyed Jesse. He shrugged as if he expected that I'd struggle to understand. "Let me help you". Jesse stepped behind me as I rapidly flogged my head left and right to catch a glimpse of what he was doing. Jesse composed my arms and upper body into the correct state, helping me to stand in a better position. Jesse's touch for some reason made me tense up as he settled his hands on my hips to put me in an accurate position. I felt like my whole body was on fire. Was I sick? I must have a fever. Jesse stepped away from my torso as he inspective my frame.He glanced up at me, obviously taking note at how jittery I was. He chortled inaudibly, "Sorry, didn't mean to make it weird". My fingers curled up tenderly as I swiftly peeped away. "It's alright", I muttered, stunned he was able to hear me from where he was standing. "Ok, commemorate this; Whenever you're done attacking or you're completely surrounded, return back to this form. You will minimise your chance of getting injured or attacked by your opponent", he advised me, perilously playing with the edge of the sword between his fingers. I glanced down at myself, taking note of how I was standing. "Ok...?", I mumbled, uncertain if I would remember. "Good. Now try to hit me".

My orbs shot up, astounded and dumbfounded, hoping I heard him wrong. "You--No! I can't do that!", I toppled over my words. "Come on. I don't mind", Jesse insisted with a simper. I faltered to seize a secure grip on the sabre as Jesse proceeded to emphasise that I hit him. I nonchalantly reached my sword just above Jesse's head, glancing back at him for a split second, in case he agreed with me and believed this was a bad idea. As soon as I realised he wasn't going to chicken out, struck him on the shoulder as hard as I could.

I guess Jesse was expecting it to faint, fragile hit, judging by my scepticism. But, I did not mean to hit him that hard. It was meant to be sharp, but easy to shake off, but I think the rate and velocity of my sword gave Jesse a third-degree burn on his joint. "Ow! Dude!", Jesse seethed in distress as he clenched onto his shoulder, kind of stunned. I wave of guilt and regret washed over my body as the sword nearly slipped out of my grasp. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean--". Of course, I didn't get to finish because of Jesse's sword clashing onto mine. I squealed and ducked, as the two swords collided making an earsplitting sound. I frowned at Jesse, with my heart beating out of my chest. "Hey! That was a dirty move!", I protested, regressing to my position. Jesse revealed his egotistical sneer that made my stomach nauseous. "You were the one who let your guard down", he pointed out, reaching out to squish my cheek between his satiny fingers. I pouted, mildly clutching his hand, pulling it away. "Fine. If that's the way it's going to be", I securely seized the sword between my hands and went in to attack Jesse, but his reflexes were too good for me. In other words, he blocked me in split seconds before I could fully commence my attack. He deliberately shook his head at me, corruptedly smiling. "Nice try", he chuckled while he used his sword to shift me back, as I toppled on my feet. "You'll have to do better than that, Princess". I ogled at him in incredulity, somewhat flushing at the nickname. What did he just call me? "I'll show you!", I cautioned, slightly snorting it off.