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【𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓶𝓲】

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Word Count - 3690
Ebullient - Published 05/12/20

Ebullient: Overflowing with fervor, enthusiasm, or excitement; high-spirited
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When a person cries and the first drop of tears comes from the right eye, it's from happiness. But when the first drop of tears comes from the left eye, it's from pain.

After what seemed like the millionth swing, the wooden sword clattered to the ground. You had been hunched over, palms pressed against your thighs in attempt to stay standing as ragged puffs of air left your lips. By the looks of the sun, which shone brightly overhead, training had pressed on until noon. Waking up early in the morning before any slivers of light were visible was definitely not your thing, but it was your job, no excuses about it.

Training as a slayer was exhausting enough, so you didn't know what was going through your mind when you were offered the position of Tsuguko, especially under the Hashira training you. It had been a year already since you accepted the job, and even with your rigorous training schedule, you showed no signs of immediate improvement. Your inability to enhance your skills surely sent your emotional health in a downwards spiral, being sucked away before you could grasp at it by the fringes.

'Why even bother anymore?'

Your hands gripped at the fabric of your black hakama pants, ready to collapse to a sit as tears bubbled at the rims of your eyes out of frustration. Before you could give in to the well-deserved break, a forceful kick to your back beat you to it.

THUMP!

Falling flat on your face in the dirt, your body tensed at the impact, slowly pushing yourself up on your elbows. A cough sputtered from your mouth, gasping for a breath before a pair of green tabi socks along with white zori engulfed your view. The figure was quick to move in front of you, crouching down as a large shadow crept over your trembling figure.

"Did I tell you to stop?"

Daring to look into the man's wisteria colored eyes, you noticed by the firm scowl he gave, he was not in a good mood. Scratch that, Sanemi was never in a good mood. You knew better than to respond, prostrating yourself before him in a low bow after giving a curt nod. Sanemi seemed somewhat pleased with your response, sparing you from any further abuse as he decided to sit himself down on the engawa of the dojo, watching you with a predatory gaze.

Sniffling quietly, you were quick to wipe away the single tear that leaked from your left eye, passing it off as dusting off your face from the dirt he so lovingly smashed your head into. Retrieving your wooden sword, you began to swing it once more.

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Dusk approached quicker than you expected that day, finding yourself collapsed in the small bathroom that was attached to your own private room in the estate. You could barely find the strength to shrug off your dirty uniform, tending to the small cuts on your face that crusted over with blood from long ago. Wincing as the sterilized cotton dabbed at your cheek, you made quick work of messily slapping a bandage over it before slipping on your white yukata. You didn't really care for dressing up, but because the summer heat was just too much at the moment, and mainly because you didn't want to be seen around town clothed in a muddy uniform, you decided to pull the garment out. Constantly clothed in that heavy uniform was rather suffocating, and what other time would you have the chance to wear it? The brown sparrows that danced along the fabric were quite cute too, it reminded you of a certain swordsmen's companion.