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♧Chapter 4♧ // Intense training (pt.2) //

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This chapter is kinda short, I'm sorryyy

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"Too slow! I thought you were quick on your feet?" Your father scolded, punching you in the stomach.

You winced, jumping back as you panted. You bit your lip, wasted no time running towards him again, you were slowly starting to get frustrated by the cocky comments he was giving you. 

"Attacking head on huh?" he thought, preparing to dodge you.

He widened his eyes as you suddenly appeared behind him with incredible speed, catching him off guard. You smiled smugly,

Ha, you thought. This is for looking down at me.

You warped your arms around his neck, and threw him off the ground. You were shocked that you actually managed to tackle him down, guess you got a little bit stronger. You huffed and mentally cheered, pumping your fist as you grinned.

Hell yeah, I finally beat yo ass.

You collapsed on the ground, fatigue taking over you. Everything was sore but you didn't care, it only thing that mattered is your victory.  

"You finally did it huh? To think that this day would come." He joked, offering his hand.

You snickered and took his hand, "Of course, I beat you fair and square." You said, tone filled with pride.

"Okay then, since you managed to beat me in hand to hand combat, let's spice things up a bit." He threw a knife in your direction, you caught it by the handle as you examined it.

Damn this knife is sharp as fuck-

You thought as you softly touched the edge of the blade, slightly cutting you on the finger.

"Now come at me." He said, holding another knife, pointing in your direction. You inhaled a deep breath, concentrating as you smirked.

Now we're talking.

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Two hours had passed and neither of you managed to take each other out. You gasped for air, sweat soaking your clothes, the fighting gradually taking a toll on you.

You clicked your tongue again, feeling agitated. You lunged towards your father with the knife in hand, slashing him. He blocked your attack and hit you back. You backed away, trying to think of a plan.

This is getting nowhere, his defense is too strong. Think (y/n), think! What do you do if you can't go through his defense?

You gasped as realization finally kicked in.

You take down his source of defense!

You dashed towards him again, leaping behind him as you charged at him. He blocked it as well, pushing you down.

But before he could strike again, you used your arms to lift yourself off the ground, spinning around as you used your feet to successfully kicked the knife out of your father's hand. Without wasting time, you got up, sprinting towards him and aimed the knife at him. You panted as you managed to squeeze a smile.

"I win."

Your father was in a daze as he stared at the knife on the ground. Then, he gave you a prideful smile as he embraced you.

"Good job kid, I'm proud of you." You laughed as you returned the gesture.

"Yeah, me too."

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You played with your mechanical pencil as you recalled the knife training.