Kunzite swung the wooden sword in a graceful downward arc. Prince Endymion knelt down, almost to one knee as he raised his own sword to fend off the attack. "Use your strength to push up."
Prince Endymion pulled down instead, nearly knocking Kunzite off balance. He thrust the wooden sword forward, only to be thwarted by Kunzite's quick reflexes. "Strength isn't all there is to battle."
Zoisite was grateful for the opportunity to stare openly at Kunzite without being noticed. He, along with the other young soldiers his age watched Kunzite as he sparred with Prince Endymion. Prince Endymion smiled openly at the challenge before him, but Kunzite's face was as still as if it were etched in stone. His mind wandered to what it would take to soften that look in his eyes. He had been daydreaming about Kunzite ever since he had run into him by the pond. Biyu had thrown the saucer close to the water's edge. He had steered clear of the edge so as not to fall in and had, instead smacked into Kunzite. Kunzite had stumbled, but it was Zoisite who had fallen to the ground. He hadn't paid attention to Kunzite as the hand was offered to him, but when he had stood up, Kunzite's face was all he had seen. Those silver eyes had pierced into him, demanding his attention. Zoisite had seen no emotion in him at all, but his heart had been set racing nonetheless. He had mumbled a timid apology and ran off, forgetting the saucer completely. Biyu hadn't seen the interaction between Zoisite and Kunzite and had simply thought that he'd been given an earful for being careless and then sent away.
Zoisite hadn't had the courage to tell Biyu that he was infatuated with the older man and had simply forgotten the saucer. Zoisite shook his head to try and rid himself of the daydreams that flitted about his wandering mind. Kunzite and Prince Endymion had matched evenly again and called a truce.
"Kunzite is one of the best of my soldiers. You all should be honored to be able to learn under him." Prince Endymion bowed and walked off quickly towards the gardens.
Zoisite chastised himself for giving in to the childish thoughts Prince Endymion's words brought to mind. Zoisite had seen the way the women of the castle fawned over him. He was handsome to say the least. His long white hair was almost impossible bright in the harsh rays of the sun and it framed his face well. His bangs clung to sweat of his face as he looked out over the students who were spread out on the lawn.
"Who's first?" Kunzite's eyes surveyed each student. Already he knew which of them would pass the trials and which would fail before the week had ended. His eyes came to rest on the childish looking boy who had run into him the other day. "You?"
