this fic called :: THE ART

this fic by :: SIMPLY SORA

this fic created on :: DECEMBER 22, 2003

summary :: SORA FINDS THE TRUE ART IN FIGHTING AS HE WATCHES RIKU IN A TOURNAMENT.

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fic ::

I had already lost in my first round. I admit, I suck. I could barely beat Tidus in a little duel, much less a competition. But Riku was a different story. I had beat him only twice in my lifetime. He was a far better dueler than me.



In was the wooden sword tournament for everyone on the island to attend. It was great entertainment for those not fit for the tournament and a great challenge for those competing. The prize everyone desired at the time. It was a belt with golden buckles and a gold sword holder. Everyone, dueler or not, wanted that belt. Not only was it shiny, it was multi-purpose.

The endless days of training with Tidus had not mattered in my case. I had lost against Yaffa, one of the easiest to beat with his water balloons. It was a great disappointment, you see, to lose the first round. It was very embarassing as well.

Riku had fought hard so far. He rolled, tucked, ducked, turned, jumped, ran, all defensive. It was beautiful, seeing any creature so skilled at the art of dueling. I had once thought, so very ignorantly, that dueling was just a sport. Something for fun. I realized this day that it was an art, something intirely whole and beautiful. Reliable.

I had drifted off for a moment, gazing at the sea, but I snapped back to attention as Riku kicked out with his feet after a roll. He had a series of attacks that he used, just as good as defense. Just as beautiful. Just as skillful. He had a jab, an undercut, a kick, a punch, a slash, an overcut. He had many moves, some which I can't remember, because of the so many.

I tried some of his moves the one day, a few after the tournament. I did not succeed in most of them. It was hard, an art never comes easy. And it hit me that day, hard in the face. It was indeed an art. And Riku was indeed the master, for now. I sigh now, and I go back to practicing. Sometimes you lose the feel for the art, but you can't. Especially with the keyblade, you cannot lose this feel. One day, you'll need it.