In the end, I couldn’t get a grip and stay silent but bewildered from what happened. I can’t imagine myself wielding such power and I don’t think I can ever be worthy of it. Casablanca would be better off with it.
Currently, Sir Pr’thcor took us in a field where he and Asagao would have a bout.
Casablanca and I took the spectator’s seat and watch with excitement. Ichirou, Asagao’s friend also came together with other people who seemingly drunk. It seems they are here to watch.
“Yo, Hibiscus, how are you?”
“I-I’m fine…thanks for carrying me…”
“I see.”
“Sir Ichirou…”
“You really don’t have to call me sir… but, what is it?”
“Why are Asagao and Sir Pr’thcor going to fight?”
“Eh? Hmmm…not really a fight but… Asagao is going to prove that she is her master’s disciple. For this match, she doesn’t need any magic and tricks, all she has to prove is that she learned with heart from her master.”
“It’s… kind of complicated…”
“True. Even I am having some difficulty in comprehending Asagao.”
“No… I mean… the reason how Asagao could fight brilliantly… how did she manage to shine…”
“……”
“She’s been fighting when we first met her and she is still fighting now even as we talk…but…but…”
“Learning takes time and it goes with your own pace to understand it. You are still young and I bet Susanoo will be concerned if he sees you like this. Think as much as you’d like and try to find the answer that will satisfy you the most…”
“Is that so…?”
“Yes…”
“Thank you…it was somewhat helpful…”
“Somewhat…”
“Eh…? Yes…because…it is somehow…weird for you to lecture something about satisfaction amidst the trouble you did recently.”
“Ahaha…how can such pure and innocent girl like you spew something so vile nonchalantly…”
Eh…?
Did I say something weird?
“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have said what in my mind!”
“Ahahaha…how can I not forgive someone telling the truth…”
This is weird…
I look at Casablanca who heard our conversation but she just smiles awkwardly at me. I think I should not over think about it.
Focusing my line of sight towards Asagao and Sir Pr’thcor, I saw that they already drew swords and points it at each other. They glare at each other as they took their stances and readied themselves.
Sir Pr’thcor sparks a conversation.
“Asagao, let me see what you’re made of. Show me the martial art that was personally taught by Lord Mrothgir.”
“Master may be dead and I haven’t even visited his grave yet. I wasn’t able to stop the destruction of the Dragon Capital Mujinn in his stead but, his teachings lies deep within me. I will have you witness it!”
As she said that, Asagao charges towards Sir Pr’thcor. She dashes past him while spinning her body and slashing her sword. Sir Pr’thcor could only defend from Asagao’s attack as she relentlessly spins back and forth.
Despite her size, Asagao can fight with Sir Pr’thcor without abandon and keep attacking like a whirlwind.
Asagao was also using something a little transparent like glass that appears out of nowhere as a foothold to bounce her body back as she spins and attacks Sir Pr’thcor.
Having such difference in size, Sir Pr’thcor could only defend against Asagao’s continuous attacks. Asagao is swift and agile and her attacks are so fierce.
The sound of sword colliding with each other is heard throughout the place and sparks from the swords that meets are everywhere.
Sir Pr’thcor swings his sword which is bigger than Asagao tilted her sword in defense and slid it over the body of her sword averting and redirecting the trajectory of the attack and begins another blow of counters.
I can never fight like that…
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Casablanca holds my clenching fist and holds it tightly.
When I look at her face, she watches in amazement. I can understand what she feels right now.
Asagao is…gleaming…
She is shining brightly and brilliantly. My mind and heart are locked on Asagao as she attacks bravely and furiously like a hurricane. I feel like a vortex of power rises from her rain of attacks and I feel like my body shakes from such visual.
After a while of attacking, Asagao stops and breathes ever so roughly as she kneels one of her knees on the ground as she struck her sword on the ground as sweat rains down from her face. Even her body is visible sweaty.
“Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn it!”
“You tried hard Asagao. You are indeed Lord Mrothgir’s disciple and you have executed Calm Dragon Tempest but, it seems you are half-assed trained.”
“It can’t be helped! Master stopped halfway in my training! I want to learn more from him…”
“Even so, I acknowledge your effort and I also acknowledge you as Lord Mrothgir’s student. You earned my respect.”
Eh…?
That was still bad?!
How could something spectacular bad?
Asagao looked so strong and powerful and yet, that was still bad for him?!
Casablanca and I were baffled from Sir Pr’thcor’s words. We can’t believe that storm of attacks were only a mere effort for him.
We look at Ichirou who stands beside me who also watched the bout.
“Sir Ichirou, why?”
“Yeah! Isn’t Asagao’s attacks good enough?”
“Unfortunately, that was sloppy…”
“Why?!
“Asagao was attacking furiously and Sir Pr’thcor couldn’t attack back!”
Ichirou looks at us and started explaining while gesturing his finger.
“Firstly, Asagao’s attacks are light that it couldn’t even move old man from his place. It is not because of the size difference but because of lack of experience. Asagao cannot pinpoint the right angle to attack which can overpower old man. Second, after a few minutes, one would immediately notice that her attacks are desperate and repetitive. Because of that, the enemy will gradually get used to it, minimizing Asagao’s chance to land a good counter. Lastly, old man isn’t serious about this bout and his defense was so good that Asagao’s couldn’t even make a scratch on him. Her attacks may seem good but, she isn’t used to it and it drained too much stamina.”
Lies…
There was such difference and we couldn’t even notice it. I really thought that Asagao was overpowering Sir Pr’thcor but it was different from Casablanca and I perceived.
“Old man! Please teach me! I want to get stronger! Much stronger! My power already has its limit but, it is not something that would stop me… I beg of you…”
“Asagao… Even if I desired too, I can’t. I never learned Calm Dragon Tempest to be honest, but I know one when I see one.”
“Then, what’s the point of all of this?!”
“I’m sorry, even so, knowing that you, as the last disciple is this determined, I can already see now why Lord Mrothgir chooses you. It is not about your power or strength. As you said, you do not have any redeeming talent but… I can feel that your heart is gradually getting stronger. You are strong… you are going to be stronger…”
“I see…thank you… It was…those words…that Master said that pushes me.”
“That said, I recommend that you see one of Lord Mrothgir’s friend.”
“Friend?!”
“Yeah! She lives in the fairy continent. Her name is Senya. She learned Calm Dragon Tempest from Lord Mrothgir and I can assure you that she is at your Master’s level.”
“Senya?! That Hero Senya?!”
“Oh? You already knew about her?”
“Yes!”
“That’s good but, her Calm Dragon Tempest should’ve been heavily modified which Lord Mrothgir hates.”
“That’s fine by me. I shall see Miss Senya and learned heaps from her!”
“Ahahaha! I like this child! That said, there’s also one guy I want to fight with.”
“?”
As Sir Pr’thcor said that, Ichirou steps up and walk towards them. When Asagao saw that, she stands up and walk toward here with an understand face.
I just can’t believe it…
She wants to shine more…
Even though she was so bright during the battle, she wants to become brighter! Casablanca donned a face of determination as she saw Asagao’s fight and her heart is swayed towards her.
Why…?
My heart aches again…
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Night came but it’s not really that dark.
After having dinner, after talking and chatting for a bit, Casablanca, Asagao and I slips into the bed and drifts to dreamland…
Except that I cannot sleep…
Ever since Asagao came, my mind is restlessly thinking about things. Recently, my heart will ache and my mind gets fuzzy…
The feeling that I get whenever I see Asagao shines…
The feeling that I get whenever Casablanca clings often to her…
What’s wrong with me?
Because my mind is invaded with negative thoughts, I slip off from the bed leaving Asagao and Casablanca that cuddles with each other.
It’s a warm feeling seeing them together like this but there’s part of me that disagrees.
I step out of the house and began to wander around…
The city is huge but I can somehow manage to memorize every direction. It’s not that hard for me so I am confident that I won’t get lost.
Every now and then, I would meet a dragon kin with wild scales and protruding horn in their heads. They are so big and rowdy, even the female ones.
Although, the femal dragon kins has more calm but fierce demeanor, they looks so beautiful but wild. They also have big breasts.
They would ask me various questions but I am unable to answer them as each and one of them overlaps in talking which some ended up in a fight. I just quietly slip out from the brawl and head somewhere much quiet.
I walk around the whole city and stumbles upon one place which is in the outskirt of the city…
A side of the city where light is sparse and dimly lit.
My feet took me there as I am drawn to such place…
Because of the bad terrain of the place, I almost stumbled several times but I just kept walking towards there out of curiosity even though I am walking away from the city.
As I go further, the place becomes much dimmer and the crystals which provide light thinned. The whole place is eerie and creepy that I shudder from the darkness that continued all the way. The air the flow here is cold and chilly.
“This is…dangerous…I should head back…”
I turn around but…
The ground beneath me…
Crumbles…
And I fell… towards the dark abyss of unknown…
Why does it happen to me?
When I was on a stroll earlier, one of the dragons told me that I shouldn’t approach a place with creeping darkness. I think he meant this place but I didn’t listen…
I wonder if this is my punishment for being a bad girl. I wonder that this happens to me because fate deems that I am unneeded.
I feel calm…
I wonder…how long Casablanca will cry for me…
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………
Ugh…
What happened…
My head hurts and…
“Hngh!!”
I immediately grab my left foot.
It seems I sprained it…
Looks like I didn’t die from that fall and survives with a sprained foot.
I wonder how deep I fell into…
But…the place I ended up is so dark…
It’s so scary because I am alone and it’s too quiet that I can even hear my own heartbeat. I am scared…
Casablanca…
I… wish you’re with me right now…
No…
I think it’s better that she is not here…
But…
I’m scared…
I curled up on my knees and sits at the place that I fell and cried myself.
I only cried…
……….
“Pii!”
“………”
“Pii! Pii!”
“Eh…?”
“Pii! Pii! Pii!!!”
“EH?!”
As I open my eyes again and look at where the sound came from…
A little chick was sitting atop of my head and shines brightly…
Its feather is fiery red but it’s cute and fluffy. Its eyes are scarlet red that seems made out of blood but I know that I look at me gently…
“Pii!”
“Where did you come from?”
“Pii! Pii!”
I gently pick the chick at the top of my head and places it in my palm and stares at it.
“Pii!~”
“Eh…wait…are you a spirit?”
“Pii!~ Pii!~”
“Cute! Also, you’re so warm!”
“Pii!~ Pii!~ Pii!~”
“Ehehehe…”
I rub my cheeks against it and it felt even warmer. It seems pleased when I did that and keeps rubbing it to me. I also patted it and stroke its body.
Cute…~