The Misadventures of Karou Mogami
A day in training
"Neh~ Mogami-chan if you keep using the same approach you'll die."
I twitched visibly as Okita Souji gave me a wolfish grin. My gaze flickered briefly over to Kondou-san and Heisuke who were watching the match curiously.
I took a deep breath, pulling myself back up onto my feet and holding my bamboo sword at the ready. I had never once beaten Okita in a sparring match, but I was convinced that today would be the day.
I slid into a stance I hadn't used before, prepared to face Okita-san once again. I saw a flash of curiosity in his eyes as he prepared to evade my attacks.
I charged, bringing the sword down towards his head and then spinning on my heel and pulling back on the sword the instant before contact. The move put me on Okita's left side, facing the opposite wall. In one swift fluid motion I brought the sword down, intending to smack the back of his left knee. Before I even knew what had happened, I was flat on my ass with Okita's sword at my throat and the frayed remains of my own bamboo sword clattered to the ground next to me.
I stared at the broken sword in astonishment, and then realized that a hit to my body would have likely broken a bone or two.
"CHEEE!" I backed away, "A hit like that could've lobbed my head off!"
Okita leaned down, bamboo sword still dangerously close to my throat, "I told you didn't I? If you don't take this seriously you might die."