---- I grit my teeth to retake my stance.

My muscles tense yet alarmed Maybe I am just testing your reflexes.

Then test them properly.

He retorts and that's when I feel him lunging at me.

T block his blows, our swords clash, my feet were staggering back.

The force of his parry was sending jolts and vibrations up my arms.

Our heavy breaths was the only sound accompanying the clashing of our swords.

Sensing fatigue settling in his attacks, I spun around and attack from another angle.

However he countered.

every blow with an effortless ease.

Frustration ebbed in, flare rises in her chest but she swallowed it.

This is his plan.

He is testing her.noveldrama

For a second she thought she got an upper hand, but it only took him a single swift strike to dismantle it ---- eee Damn it! I go again.

Harder, faster.

My blade angles to his ribs, but he was faster.

His reflexes not a bit rusted with age.

Our swords met and the force was enough to send me staggering back.

I barely managed to recover.

When he didn't give me a moment.

He attacked and I was forced to defend.

I blocked, dodged, sweeped but his attacks were relentless.

T thought you wanted to win.

He teased between the strikes and my breath hitched, my body was burning.Muscles protesting.

Tstill do! I growl, trying to attack in rage and that's where he caught me.

A war is won by a calm mind, the second you let your anger overpower it? Remember you will lose no matter what.

Rule no I ---- The one I broke He feinted, his blade spins around my katana in a heartbeat and the sound of metal clattering on the ground echoes.

The sound of my defeat rings in my ears.

And Trip off my blindfold to stare at my katana lying on the ground, defeated.

His sword hovered just inches away from my neck and he slowly pulled down his blindfold to softly look at me.

Well fought, munchkin but maybe it was not your day.

Try to befriend patience next time.

It may help.

I wipe the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand and meet his eyes.

There are no signs of mockery or belittlement.

All I see is pride in his eyes for me.

And my shoulders drop Dada.

I am sorry for earlier.

---- eee = His eyes soften and he opens his arms for me.

Without wasting a second I crash into them.

Home.

This has always been my home.

On nights filled with nightmares, on days I felt weak and unimportant, the days my insecurities kicked in? His arms have been always been my home Just one meeting okay? Isniffle, crying yet smiling and he holds my face in his palms to nod at me.

That's all Lask for.

That will be enough.

I will tell him myself that Iam not a virgin and he will say no to me, rather than the other way round Tam sorry Dada But [had to do this.

It's not that I don't trust your choice.

I do.

But its the

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