A New Challenger
Chapter Two
My Fight Begins
It was finally Friday, the day I would meet my challenger. Oh, I couldn't wait! The thrill of battle was rushing through my whole body!
" Ryuen!" my father called. " Someone is here to see you."
" Alright!" I cried as I ran to where my father sat.
I looked around the room frantically, trying to locate my opponent. He had to be here somewhere! The only one in the room besides my father and myself was my mother, Koria.
" Ryuko, are you sure about this?" my mother asked my father.
" He will be fine, I have trained him well."
A large, prideful grin stretched across my face, he, he, he! I ran back to my room to retrieve my sword, when Kourin stopped me.
" Where are you going brother?"
" I need my sword, Kourin. I have a battle to win!"
" Be careful, and good luck!" she waved to me as I raced to my room.
" Thank you, Kourin!" I yelled back to her.
When I got it, I ran back to my father and saw a strange boy behind him.
" Father?"
" Ryuen, here is your opponent," my father pointed to the boy behind him.
The boy stepped out of the shadows, and when I saw him, I thought he looked pretty strange. He was about an inch taller than my and had flaming red orange hair! I had never seen anyone like him in my life! He was defiantly younger than, but by how much?
" Genrou, you?" he sounded weird, well, sort of!
" Uh, Ryuen, Chou, Ryuen."
" Follow me you two," my father exited the house.
Genrou and I followed him out to the training grounds. Genrou never smiled, he kept a serious look on his face the entire time. I wasn't sure if he was happy to be fighting or if he was forced into it.
" Alright, let us have a little bet!" said father. " Oh, how about 50 gold pieces?"
" Fine with me," answered Genrou.
" You sure you got that kind of money with you?" I asked.
" Let's just get this over with."
Both of us drew our swords and waited for my father's signal.
" Ready? Fight!"
The two of us lunged at each other. Our swords collided and we tried with all our might to push the other's sword away. Genrou jumped back, breaking the contest we were having, and lunged forward again. His sword smashed against mine and I lost control of it. As I ran to retrieve my sword, he charged at me. I was too slow; his blade came crashing down onto my shoulder. I screamed in pain as it pierced my flesh. He quickly lifted the sword and stepped back. I fell to my knees and held my wounded shoulder tightly. I saw my blood stain my outfit I quickly had an idea.
" You okay?" he asked me.
I didn't say a word. If I did, my plan would never work.
" Hello?" he called while walking over to me.
Genrou placed one hand on my back and gasped when I placed my sword to his stomach.
" Now who's winning?"
Chapter Two
My Fight Begins
It was finally Friday, the day I would meet my challenger. Oh, I couldn't wait! The thrill of battle was rushing through my whole body!
" Ryuen!" my father called. " Someone is here to see you."
" Alright!" I cried as I ran to where my father sat.
I looked around the room frantically, trying to locate my opponent. He had to be here somewhere! The only one in the room besides my father and myself was my mother, Koria.
" Ryuko, are you sure about this?" my mother asked my father.
" He will be fine, I have trained him well."
A large, prideful grin stretched across my face, he, he, he! I ran back to my room to retrieve my sword, when Kourin stopped me.
" Where are you going brother?"
" I need my sword, Kourin. I have a battle to win!"
" Be careful, and good luck!" she waved to me as I raced to my room.
" Thank you, Kourin!" I yelled back to her.
When I got it, I ran back to my father and saw a strange boy behind him.
" Father?"
" Ryuen, here is your opponent," my father pointed to the boy behind him.
The boy stepped out of the shadows, and when I saw him, I thought he looked pretty strange. He was about an inch taller than my and had flaming red orange hair! I had never seen anyone like him in my life! He was defiantly younger than, but by how much?
" Genrou, you?" he sounded weird, well, sort of!
" Uh, Ryuen, Chou, Ryuen."
" Follow me you two," my father exited the house.
Genrou and I followed him out to the training grounds. Genrou never smiled, he kept a serious look on his face the entire time. I wasn't sure if he was happy to be fighting or if he was forced into it.
" Alright, let us have a little bet!" said father. " Oh, how about 50 gold pieces?"
" Fine with me," answered Genrou.
" You sure you got that kind of money with you?" I asked.
" Let's just get this over with."
Both of us drew our swords and waited for my father's signal.
" Ready? Fight!"
The two of us lunged at each other. Our swords collided and we tried with all our might to push the other's sword away. Genrou jumped back, breaking the contest we were having, and lunged forward again. His sword smashed against mine and I lost control of it. As I ran to retrieve my sword, he charged at me. I was too slow; his blade came crashing down onto my shoulder. I screamed in pain as it pierced my flesh. He quickly lifted the sword and stepped back. I fell to my knees and held my wounded shoulder tightly. I saw my blood stain my outfit I quickly had an idea.
" You okay?" he asked me.
I didn't say a word. If I did, my plan would never work.
" Hello?" he called while walking over to me.
Genrou placed one hand on my back and gasped when I placed my sword to his stomach.
" Now who's winning?"