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Saionji held a firm stance, his sword poised in attack position, waiting for the right moment to strike. WIth a faint battle cry, Saionji's opponent, an underclassmen, lauched his attack, sword aimed at Saionji's stomach. "Typical" Saionji uttered to himself. Blocking the assault with easy, Saionji brought his sword down in a painful blow to his opponents shoulder.
Barely having time to whisper a pained cry, Saionji's nameless foe fell to the floor. Saionji let out a frustrated sigh. "Can't any of you give me a real challenge" he yelled angrily at the rest of the Kendo team, "At this rate, I'll never improve." A brave boy spoke up, "It's not that we arent trying, it's just that no one can beat you Saionji, you can only be so good." His words made Saionji's lip curl. "No one can beat me?" he said to himself, "I wish"
"Practice dismissed." He said with a roll of his eyes, heading for the locker room. "No one can beat me." He said allowed, this time with a sarcastic smile, " If that were the case I wouldn't be in the situation I'm in right now." Saionji had realized it a while back. The Rose Bride, Anthy, the woman he thought he was in love with, was nothing more to him than a mere pawn. He desired the power of dios, wanted to revolutionize the world. But Anthy? He had wanted her to belong to him more than he loved her. "It's HER that I can't get out of my mind." He said, this time an expression of longing lingered on his features.
Saionji typically couldn't stand the women at Ohtori Academy. They were always obsessing over clothes and make-up and boys. "Don't they think about anything that matters." Saionji found himself saying more often then not. But then, that was before Utena Tenjou. Her strange uniform, and longing to be a prince had first disgusted Saionji, but she was strong. She wasn't like the other girls, she was..different, but not in a bad way. For so long the Rose Bride had clouded his vision, but as she had been engaged to Utena for well over a year, Saionji had, in essence, given up on her. His head finally clear, his eyes began to drift towards a certain pink haired prince. It was because of Utena that he had been training so much harder lately.
"When I first knew her, I was constantly making an ass of myself." Saionji remembered, "Insulting her, treating her cruelly, even going as far as to try to kill her. She'll never want anything to do with me." Unless he got stronger. If he got stronger, strong enough to beat Touga, Utena's current love interest, strong enough to beat Dios, the prince who had saved Utena as a child, then maybe, MAYBE, she would finally look at him with something other than loathing or pity.
"Until then" Saionji thought, "I'll just have to keep training. Assuming I can find some real opponents to spar against." That said, Saionji headed towards the locker room, fully intending on taking a long shower.
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