Kougaiji lands, hard, on the ground, sliding back a few feet on the ice. He struggles to stand again, one of his legs feels broken. Before he is steady on his feet, his teacher rushes at him again, gaining ground as Kougaiji struggles to defend himself, unable to get in any attacks. He could feel his energy draining, that wasn't good, he frantically tries to find an opening in his teacher's defense system. But he wasn't fast enough. His teacher aims a kick at Kougaiji's stomach and the air leaves his lungs. He sits gasping on the ground, as the teacher waits to see if he would get up again. He didn't, so the teacher bows low, and walks away, signaling the end of the lesson.
Kougaiji rakes a hand through his hair. The teacher was probably going back to tell his father how he'd failed.
He tries to get up again, but his leg still wasn't any better. So he sits back down and studies his surroundings. This winter had been brutal, worse than the one five years ago. But this year, his father had forced him to train outside as long as there wasn't a blizzard. It amazed him that he hadn't died from frostbite yet.
But it was spring now, and the trees were starting to bud, and soon, the heat would be brutal, just like the cold. He sighs, finally succeeding in pushing himself up from the ground. He wondered if normal demon boys had to do this too. Sighing, he walked back to the castle, time for his daily lessons.
Kouagiji looks out the window while his tutor rambles on about random things. He'd heard from someone that normal boys his age weren't nearly as far in their studies as he was. Well, when one teacher focused all his attention on one student, things were bound to move faster. "Kougaiji- sama!" Kougaiji smiles a bit to himself, admonishment was always watered down a bit when the teacher had to use the honorary suffix. "Yes?" he drawled out.
The teacher was obviously trying to suppress anger. "You don't even have your textbook open Kougaiji- sama." Kougaiji looks down at his desk, "Why, you're right, Sensei. I don't."
Teacher takes a deep breath, "Then why don't you open it Kougaiji- sama?"
Kougaiji shrugs, "I don't need to."
"Oh?"
"Uh huh."
"Then how does one say 'I like eating pears in France'?"
"J'aime prendre les poires en France."
"In Chinese?"
"Wo xi huan zai fa guo chi li zhi."
"How long is the Japanese coastline?"
"34,751 kilometers."
The teacher is fully glaring at him now. "What is the Emancipation Proclamation, and who signed it when?"
"It was an executive order made by president Lincoln in America to free all slaves in the succeeded southern states. It was signed in 1863."
He was starting to enjoy this, but obviously the teacher wasn't. He sighs and says, "Class dismissed."
Kougaiji steps into his next designated room and cringes. Piano lessons. This was on his mother's insistence, so that "he didn't turn into a total barbarian". But honestly the piano lessons were causing him nothing but frustration, and he was starting to consider killing the teacher and stashing the body somewhere no one could find it.
The teacher picks up one of his bandaged hands. "What happened, Kougaiji- sama?"
Kougaiji snatches his hand back, muttering, "Nothing, a little accident." His martial arts teacher had pushed him back, and he'd cut his hand badly on rock. The teacher shakes his head disdainfully, "Another fight?"
"It's not a fight, it's training."
"For what? The day you walk into a dark alley in your castle and a guard- paid hundreds of dollars to protect you- tries to rape you?" The way he said it clearly implied the fact that he knew it would never happen.
Kougaiji appreciated him not adding his name to the end of the sentence, but nonetheless, he was used to having the last word so he says, "It could happen."
Disclaimer: I don't own Saiyuki or any of the characters except the ones I made up.
Just a little fun fact: When Kougaiji is speaking 'Chinese' I wrote using pinyin, a sort of pronunciation guide used by the Chinese. I figured using actual Chinese characters wouldn't suite my purpose very well.