Swept Away

An old story. (17)

"The fight is over... Sias wins." It seemed Frei had come closer to us during our fight. Probably not content passively watching on the sides, and getting ready to intervene, as futile as it would have been considering the speed at which we were sparring.

"As it would seem." Grunted Shiwazaki-sensei. "You are bleeding." He added.

I looked at where he was pointing, his last piercing stab, that I thought I had perfectly dodged, actually scratched my left boob.

"Ah shit, didn't take that into account." C-cup damn you.

Part of my shirt under the dougi was torn, and blood was coming out of a small cut underneath it. Everyone would assume that had been made by a knife. Scary old man.

"Aaaah!" Shouted Frei, concerned.

"It's fine, I barely feel it." I reassured her.

"Your perfect boobs!" She continued, not paying any attention to me, before forcefully opening my clothing and inspecting the wound.

"Is that what you are worried about? Seriously?" I responed, outraged.

Shiwazaki-sensei coughed.

"You may have won, but if you continue your flirting in front of me, I will bash you skull in."

Frei stopped gazing into my bossoms, and stepped back to look at her father.

"This technique could've killed her!" She shouted at him.

He answered in japanese.

"Daugther, you should be more concerned about me than about him."

Still calling me with masculine pronouns... It was fine with me but made me think he was denying everything concerning my particular situation.

He was right though, Frei should've noticed the potential lethality of the technique I used. I purposely did it to make her understand that about me.

"Why should I care if he bashes your face inside your skull? Not long ago you hit me when I was on the ground." She vehementely argued back.

He didn't actually do it, but I didn't correct her, he was going to anyway.

And well, Panzer Frei was definitely not caring one bit about my old techniques, I will probably need to wait a bit to see if cute Frei would think any differently.

"You needed to be taught a..."

I clapped my hands together. This conversation was going nowhere.

"Well, Shiwazaki-sensei, I won, your daughter is mine, thank you very much. We'll be leaving next week. I recommend you patch things up with her while you're still able to and don't say unnecessary things. Frei, let's go take a walk while we let your father digest his loss. I need a bandage too, it hurts."

Both of them turned to me, ready to retort acrimoniously, before restraining themselves, in the exact same manner. I restrained my self not to laught at these mirroring responses. I didn't think it would help my case.

"Fine.""Fine." They said simultaneously.

I let a smile slip through.

They didn't notice, having gone back to a staring contest daughter-father style.

I was sitting on a bench outside Shiwazaki-sensei's Dojo. Me and Frei had gone to buy more disinfectant and better bandages at a closeby pharmacy.

She was currently treating my wound, which, considering it's location, was embarassing for both of us.