Disclaimer, I do not own anything, the rights to Claymore do not belong to me.
There is a rewrite in progress the story didn't flow very well and I can do better so I am going to be replacing the chapters but the story will be the same. Another note, this is my first fanfiction so and advice or criticism would be helpful.
A swipe of silver brings another piece of the green canopy down to the forest floor. A steel blade swings the air before hitting another limb of the tree, in a clumsily executed maneuver this time only going half way through the branch. Raki struggles to remove his blade from the branch that has a strong hold of his sword, he practices every night no matter how far they travel or how exhausted he is. His quest to become stronger gives him the will to continue to practice his swordsmanship despite his bodies complaining. He continues the his training rehearsing the few moves Galk had taught him while in Rabona, the blade Galk had given him when the left the city has become Raki's constant companion he makes sure never to go anywhere without it on his back, to him it represents his drive, with this blade he can learn to become strong, strong enough to protect the only thing that matters in his life, or at the very least not be a burden to her. He needs strength, like her so he can be sure that he will never have to leave her side. He never told her any of this but he thinks she know what he is doing, yet never says anything about it to him.
Clare stares at the fire, expressionless and cold, as usual. She never interacts with Raki while he is training, not that she is that vocal to begin with. Whenever he practices she can't stand to look at him, she would tell him to stop his stupid mission, that he was foolish to think that he could ever be a good enough swordsman to protect her that he could never match he the strength or speed of a warrior of the organization, but she knows its useless to argue with him because he is stubborn, and the will to grow strong is a powerful one, and a familiar one to Clare so she lets him train but does not offer him any help. It would only encourage him to continue and to put him self in harm's way. What a foolish boy she thought to her self again, why does he keep going can't he see that this path will only lead to his death? she supposed she's not really in a place to judge but still, if he could just live as a normal human rather chasing after monsters he would probably be happier.
So he continued to train and Clare said nothing all the while. When he finally collapsed into his bed roll asleep, she stared longer into the fire that is now reduced to coals. An hour passed when Raki rolled in his sleep, his head now facing the dead fire, she looked at his face, eyes closed and expression gentle, he looked even more innocent and youthful than when he is awake. Clare began to reflect as she watch him sleep. Had my face been innocent once? It must have at one point, probably when I was a child, the innocence must have still clung to me when I was traveling the woods another time. The last time a human child and a Claymore traveled together was the last time my face was innocent, but that innocence was wiped away long ago. All the childishness left me when- no, not here, I must not think of that. It was useless though once the memories started coming there was no stopping them the flowed through her mind like a swift river bringing anguish where ever they touched. Her entire being is drowning in terrible pain and sorrow, her expression stays blank and stoic, it had taken much practice not let any amount of her emotions leak on to her face, she continues to watch Raki as the pain of loss echo though her, but never not showing it to any one.
When the memories of her finally stopped she found her self still staring a Raki's face, thinking about what awaited him, how would they eventually part? Will Raki leave me? Will I leave him? Will one of us be killed? She prayed it would be her if one of them had to die, she surely would not survive another loss. Maybe it's a good thing he is training, maybe strength would help him survive. She grew strong and is alive today, but what did that strength bring her in return a cold heart and pain. This fate could touch Raki. The organization brought her strength, strength though pain and blood. Pain and blood is what builds 'Claymores', 'Silver Eyed Witches', and Raki could never be tainted but what she is. Building a witch is a bloody and gruesome business, beating children down and building them back up into obedient soldier. That is what it takes to build a witch.