Ciel Phantomhive was going mad. It had been what… 100 years? That wasn't even a very long amount of time, just a century. Then it occurred to him. He was 113 now. He was alone, confused, and hungry. Was there still a guard dog? What, who, could he eat? What was he going to do?!
A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. "Enter." He mumbled.
A raven black haired man stuck his head in. Sebastian. "Master, I have prepared tea for you."
"What kind?"
He fully emerged, a silver tea platter in hand. "Royal Earl Grey blend, it's a delicacy straight from her majesty's palace."
"That reminds me… Who is the queen?"
"Queen Elizabeth II."
He had no idea who that was. "What do you do when you leave? We never leave this building, how do you know so much of the outside world?" He didn't need to ask, he knew the answer.
"If I couldn't inform my master on what is happening in the world he once protected, what kind of butler would I be?"
"A normal one." He replied.
He set the tea down on the table and began to prepare it. "Ah but master, I am far from a normal butler, nor are you a normal nobleman."
"I'm not even that anymore." He growled, taking the cup of tea. "I'm just a demon with fancy clothes on." He didn't even like tea anymore, it tasted like ash. Yet he still drank it every day. "Do I have anything new to do?"
He could see the small smirk form on his butlers face. "Yes. You have a lesson today."
The boy stiffened in his chair, turning his gaze out the window. "…What kind?"
"I'm afraid your combat skills are less than weak." Sebastian said, putting his hand up to his forehead.
He wanted to stand up and give a retort, but none came to him. "Fine. It that everything?"
"Yes. But I suggest we start now before…"
"Very well." The young demon stood up, finishing his ash tea and setting the cup down. A small feeling of nausea came over him, something he was used to.
They walked into the large back yard. Sebastian had a bag with various weapons on his back, all of them they would use. And they would all go into someone… "Let's start with something simple, your force." He said and tossed him a butter knife. "If you continue using a plain human's strength to throw things, you'll never be able to do anything."
"We've already practiced force." Ciel snarled, crossing his arms.
"But I'm afraid your strength is still weak. It needs a great amount of work."
With another growl, he snatched the knife out of his hand, clutching it tightly. "So I'm aiming for you right?" A smirk formed on his face. It would be good to take his anger out on his butler.
"No, I would be too easy to hit, the skin is too soft." He gestured to an oak tree leading to the forest that surrounded his estate. "I want the knife to go through that. While we're at it, you can practice your aim by placing you…" The butler took hold of Ciel's hand and pulling him until he was about 50 feet away. "Here"
"Here?!" With a nod from the butler, The small boy sighed and slowly raised the knife, trying to aim it for the tree.