One good teacher

Last lesson

It had been about seven months since Joras diagnosis. Her condition had gotten worse and her coughing attacks became more frequent and sometimes even breathing hurt her. Even through all the pain she continued to train and take care of Law.

In the middle of training Jora fell to the ground and started coughing up blood once more.
"Jora-san! Are you okay?"
She was gasping for air. With every gasp she took her lungs burned.
"It...hurts..."
"You need to rest, please."
Jora peted him on the head and smiled.
"Maybe you're right." but as she stood up she started coughing once more.
"Shit.", she growled.
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Jora set in her bed just coughing and gasping for air.
"Does it hurt?" Law asked as he handed her a cup of tea. Jora smiled and answered in a shaky voice: "No not that much."
"Stop lying."
"Haha, I guess I can't train you anymore. You know there is one last thing I want to teach you."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"I want you to cherish your life. It may not look like it, but one day you will be able to find someone who will cherish your life just as much."
Law looked at her and nearly started crying.
"Don't cry over me. Please."
She started coughing again, wich made her drop the teacup. Law just cleaned up the spilled tea.
"Law?"
The young boy turned around.
"I want you to take my sword."
"Huh, what? Why?"
"I won't be able to use it anymore will I?"
"Okay..."
Only hours later Jora past away with a smile on her face.