Chapter 69: Arc 2, - 47: Honed
-9th of August, 979...
The days had turned into weeks and they were reaching a month. The dusk marked another day their training would come to an end.
In between practicing the art of the blade and refining her affinity came a few fights with velatos. Often times not even called, Jotou and party would spring into action.
The velatos' close proximity to their home and increase in frequency forced their hands to defend and fight, saving who knows how many lives in the process.
The death toll was increasing... Tried as they might, the Lexokodac, Jotou's party and even the Ordinate were slowly getting outmatched out of sheer quantity.
It was only a matter of time before two forces had to meet and a change in the tide would be made... So, for now, one more spar before the night arrived.
"Are you ready now then?" Master Tensuo moved constantly around the garden. Sweat gleamed on his face and clothes.
The same watery reflection and salty taste met Jotou's lips, recovering from their last spar. She stood tall, wiping off the drips upon her face, "As I'll ever be," she smirked.
They circled each other, swords to their sides. Each trickle of sweat on him, telling of her about her progression. Jotou let out a breath, keeping her feet wide apart.
Left foot in front of the right as she held the blue-hilted sword in her dominant hand. Left hand kept near her chest, fingers loose to grab anything in a moment's notice.
Her knees, slightly bent, as her boots shifted through the grass. 'He's gonna high.' Jotou could tell by her master's movements. 'But if he goes low.' Her feet were at the ready.