Sachihiro

We spend most of the day walking around the gardens and socialising with each other with chalices of wine in hand and empty smiles for one another. All pointless to me but none the less we do it, I listen to the nobles of Atopia go on and on and I start to realise why these people are being controlled by cults. These people are lost and the cults will probably do them some good but of course I remain civil and well mannered.

Then its into the court hall and 'socializing' while watching Erena sit on a chair for over an hour. I'm wearing a charm necklace that may break against the slightest spiritual attack. I'm hoping no creature takes the risk lest it's a trick to catch them red handedly attacking me. I'm wearing both Kata and Razor and a boot dagger today because never before have my weapons felt so artificial to me, I feel I need more than I'm used to carrying to protect myself.

The connection between them is there and they have spirit energy retained within them as they strengthened, there is just no feedback to me. I may as well be carrying mundane steel weapons for all I can feel them and the lack of feeling leaves me naked.

I write a letter asking if Nyye would be willing to come train with me during the assignment I'm currently on. It's unorthodox but I am desperate to find out how I fair using 'mundane' weapons against the green skinned nature elf. I'm hesitant to hurt or be hurt by Erena's Awakened royal guards so don't wanna spar with them and of course the princess gives her blessing for me to train freely.

Nyye arrives within the hour, I don't know how the elf is a priest of Eros since I've never even heard of him partaking in any sexual act and he is almost always available to spar. The boring court entertainment turns into a spectacle of these nobles and guards watching me face off against Nyye in a serious sparing match.

I don't even mind the audience, that's how worried I am its the connection I had with my weapons that made me able to move them so quickly and efficiently. We face off in the sparing yard, Nyye wielding his part mythril enchanted short swords easily in his hands. Twirling them around as we cicle one another.

I have Kata, my short throwing axe on my left hand held in a solid grip and Razor my single edged razor sharp o-katana in my right held lightly. There isn't nearly any weight on my feet as my knees are bent and I'm on my toes, the weight distributed around and away from my feet until I'm ready to launch.

I usually don't like people I may someday have to face and kill knowing my moves, knowing the way I fight but today I don't care. The eyes, the senses, the examinations of the audience wash over me and eventually fall in the periphery of my awareness. There, but not focused on, my focus is fully on my opponent.

Razor is a traditional samurai sword and what I should have been made as I graduated from trainee to samurai by the Hito people if things had progressed traditionally. It is made from celestial ore using finely sanded iron grains and forged by the master sword smiths of the Hito people. With a 70cm long blade it is just outside the edge of being a medium sword for me but would be a normal sword for other smaller people.

As though we have come to a mutual agreement we both move to attack and there is a pound reverberating ring as we clash with bladed weapons testing each other's strength before separating and clashing again trying to cut each other. Our blades meet and our bodies swerve and dodge and jump stabbing slicing retreating attacking feigning.

I parry I counter, he parries he counters, I deflect I shoot a foot forward, I'm blocked I duck under an elbow. Our weapons clash as we move around each other, in constant motion and at high speeds, yes I haven't lost my speed.

I spin and revser and block strikes with my axe I shouldn't have been able to see coming, I strike and my Razor cuts the air but is stopped cold by the short, pointy eared elven man. We aren't using auras or other abilities, this is a straight up sword fight and the man has enough strength in his body to stop a strike from me cold in it's tracks. Elves truly are more than they seem.

We clash and fight this way for a while, hardly giving each other any options or openings but fighting all out. No single move is intended as a killing blow and with no one honing their weapons only a complete decapitation or a blade through the heart will kill either of us so we don't hold back.

It eventually becomes a battle of endurance as we seem to be evenly matched in terms of skill and our styles. I have more cuts on my body than he does, but that's mainly because I am less practiced duel wielding than he is. My blood is on the floor, the are shallow cuts all over my chest and shoulders but there are also cuts on him as he keeps underestimating the reach of my axe.

The loss of most of my spirit energy doesn't seem to have affected my fighting ability as it is. We clash to sparks and separate, both mutually ending the spar with panting breaths. Awareness of the rest of the room slowly comes back to me and I notice our audience of 'nobles' is slack jawed but some seem to have followed the entire thing without issue.

I bow to Nyye thanking him with a sending and asking that he come tomorrow if possible. He affirms with a bow of his own, faces the princess and bows to her as well before walking out of the silent chamber.

My spirit weapons can still face off against his mythril edged steel without chipping, I realise as I check my edges. Which mean they really are retaining their spirit gained toughness. They have retained the level of resilience they have scaled to from the day I acquired them until now.

My Razor came out of the forge a grade A rare quality weapon, now it's at the cusp of breaking into legendary aspects. My Kata came to me as a grade C rare quality weapon but now is of grade A quality. Light clapping destacts me from my musing.

"Well, that was quite the performance Sachihiro."

"Thank you Highness, if her Highness would allow me to retire and have my wounds send to I would be grateful."

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"Make sure you come back." She says with heat in her eyes.

"I've been dying to get my hands on you the whole day." She says as she vaults into my arms and demands a kiss with a hungry mouth on mine.

Our kiss is long and passionate ad I pull her hard into my rock hard body. "You highness needs only to command and I am yours to to with as you please." I say to her as we take a breath, reminding her of her station above mine.

This is the second part of my mission to Erena, to give her good sex but keep reminding her of her authority and position. To be the perfect example of a man who pleases her sexually beyond her wildest dreams and not use that position to curry favour. So that the next lover she has isn't able to take advantage of her as she will have been immunized to sexual manipulation.

"Then I command you, ravish me." She says into my ear.

"Your wish is mine to obey Highness." I say as I take her mouth with mine and drink deeply of her lips.

I take my time to undress her even in her urgency to have more sex. I bite her I kiss her I scratch her body, making her feel me before I have her fully naked before. By the time all her items of clothing are off she is already a quivering mess of good as she has already experienced three orgasms and on the verge of a fourth.

"Please..." She eventually says and I sink my fingers deep inside her folds and she gushes out like a cut vein. Her hips humphing my hand and she grunts like a wounded animal.

I hump her hard with my fingers through her orgasm and leave my fingers inside her as she calms down with a drunken sigh, completely sated from the exercise. "Do you see princess? Do you see how an innocent inexperienced princess can be made to beg and controlled if she doesn't learn to properly used the weapon between her legs?" I whisper into her ear.

She is flushed from exhaustionion, excitement and embarrassment. She doesn't like that I was right, that I was able to make her beg for three orgasms three times in a roll. She doesn't want to acknowledge that a person like me could be sent to her and used as a tool by the church or other enemies to control her, to influence policy.

She faces away from me instead of answers my question, "watch me." I say as I get up and slowly start to get undressed. She watches me and the arousal is evident on her expressions and on her skin. She doesn't take her eyes off me as the golden light of the candles flickers and dances across my skin.

I move like a warrior for her as I take my clothes of, I move like a predator, a beast of agility and power. I expose myself, both my flesh and my expertise with my body. I hide nothing behind the illusion of trying to seem weaker than I am, I cloak nothing of my power as I unclench the Awakened level of power I've been hiding for so long from everyone.

She sees me, the colour of my eyes flashes silver as Honour thousands of miles away looks through me in preparation of giving me the Rage if ever I need it. In preparation of becoming one with me even with this distance between us as I activate soul-presence and display the art of zanjutsu. The room is different, there is a dangerous aura to the lust now, there is an animal spice to the animal instincts and I stand before Erena in all my glory.

"I will make sure you love nothing and no one greater than you love your nation by giving you sex no one within the Church could ever live up to." I say before laying on top of her slowly.

* *

I need to find Nyye and start practicing duel weilding Kata and Razor as soon as I leave this current assignment. But that's a few days away in any case, the spirit protection necklace charm is in the shape of a snake eating it's own tail and is yet to fail.

Our procession again seeks entry into the Order of Sorcery hidden palace and we are seen to by the same sorcerers as last time. I am not invited into the meeting this time though as I asked to be excluded. Instead I use the time to find Keir, then together we find Asriel who is very happy to see me.

There is no time to catch up of course but we debrief each other and he gets a list of all the Circle operatives within the Order and proof as far as I could acquire it.

"You look good though, you look healthy." I say to him after our brief meeting together.

"Thank you, you don't look half bad yourself you know. I heard from Joseph that you were an acolyte of the Brothel but I had a hard time believing it. You, a stud of all things," he says shaking his head in denial.

"Believe it, Master Zaraya's Awakening method is full of surprises but its been a few years and I think I've gotten the basics of all my new gifts." I say watching him casually carrass and play with the seemingly mundane metal staff in his hands.

"I'm sorry I have to ask, how did you manage to cloak your zanpakutō the way you have? I can't feel that it's a soul-weapon at all." I say after trying to figure it out a while.

He grins at me and sends directly in a whisper. "I'm discovering my Soul Art, it's a very powerful ability Sachi but it's costly. After using it once my zanpakutō looses it's spirit energy for an entire ten day currently. It's not that I'm cloaking it, it's that my zanpakutō is as vulnerable as ordinary black steel currently."

"That's a bit extreme I think, it must be some ability you have." I send back.

"Let's hope you never get to see it, but it's practically an instant death for any creature it hits regardless of power." He sends again and I'm more than intrigued.

"I've also recently run out of spirit energy." I send and relay what had happened to me in the dream.

A cloaked rider on a white horse gallops out of the mist with speed heading right to me. He knows me, he is someone I should remember and as he rides past I do as I see under his cloak at the skeletal face of my father looking back at me.

"Come and see me." Those eyes seem to say. "Come and see my descendants."

Before the rider is gone almost as quickly as it had arrived and I startle awake.