*6 months later*
I wake up in the middle of the night and walk out I'm not wearing my kimono so I'm walking in my shorts.
I head into the field and I take a deep breath.I close my eyes and think I hear Maria's bloody scream of the saws cutting her I open up worried still I haven't been able to find closure.I head to the dojo where every weapon is held.I see a bamboo staff and I look at it.I head back to my room and I see the suit I wore fighting mike it's all red and I have made a few tweeks on the suit and made a iron staff more durable.I put on the suit and walk out I feel the wind brush my hair I put on the mask and practice a few moves I run around the course I grab throwing knives and hit targets in a perfect shot.I run and arrows fire I dodge them and I grab one that almost hits my knee.
I look at the cliff and I start running I jump and I grab on and jump up higher from edge to edge.I make it to the top and I feel myself a little tired but still able to go.
I get up and remember when Sensei Katkashi jumped off and landed down without getting hurt.I start running and I dive off I do a few flips I land on my feet and I put my bokken and my staff away.“Nice job it's impressive your learning,"I hear a guy behind me say.I look and see it's another student Itachi I met him the day after I came he was a higher fighter than Jamie his hair covered his eyes and his kimono was black with a red dragon on the back.“Thanks Itachi, but I wanna see how much I improved I challenge you to a duel,"I say.“Very well, but I will warn you before we start I won't go easy,"he say with no expression on his face.
We bow to eachother and I take the armor off to equal the fight.
I run at him bringing out my bokken strike him he jumps into the air and dodges it he looks down at me and kicks my face.
I fall to the floor but I spin off and back on my feet I look at him but I don't see him.I hear for any movement and I turn he strikes me but I block it with my sword.I try to hit him but he blocks my hits our bokkens clash on eachother neither hitting anyone of us.
I strike him but he counters it and makes me drop my sword.I fall back and he starts running at me I focus and run at him he jumps in the air about to hit me.I slide on the floor avoiding his hit but he turns and throws his sword hitting my ankle I fall to the floor I hear him walk toward me he picks up his bokken I jump ahead off the floor and I grab my bokken I block his strike.I spin on the floor making him loose his balance he falls but uses his hands to bounce off the floor and land on his feet.
I run at him and I jump he jumps in the air I was about to strike him when he grabs my arm where I hold my sword he puts his other hand on my chest he pushes me and I fall to the floor my sword falls to the floor away from me and Itachi lands close to me he holds his bokken close to my neck and it shows I have been defeated.
He holds his hand out and he helps me to my feet.“You show promise lots of improvement from our last battle,"Itachi says handing me my bokken.“Thanks,"I say brushing the dirt off me.
I start to walk back in when I see someone sitting on the top of the cliff the person's face looks familiar.I start running toward the rock and jump high in the air I grab the ledges and I launch myself in the air I reach the top and I see the person running she wears a purple kimono with a wolf on the back but she disappears when she throws a smoke bomb.
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who's that Mystery watcher anyway since I release this book a bit early I want to say that Paranormal romance might be short since I have a project also sorry for late updates I have been really buisy but nexy update will come out soon anyway...
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