A New Challenger
Chapter 3
I'll Only Lose Once
" I am!" Genrou struck me in the neck with his hand.
I feel to the ground and when I tried to get up, I found myself in a headlock!
" Now, give up, or die!"
" Give it up son, you've lost!" my father called.
At that very moment, Genrou released me and walked over to my father to claim his prize.
" Nice match kid, better luck next time!" he shouted.
" I may have lost this time, but mark my words, I'll never lose again, especially not to you!" I spoke in the calmest voice possible.
" We'll see about that!" he laughed as he walked away.
I turned to me father only to see that he had already headed home.
" I will beat him, I'll prove to everyone that I can do this! I swear to Suzaku, I will!"
With my newfound courage, I picked up my sword and began my training. Even if my father wasn't here, I could still train myself. I found the old practice pole and began swinging at it. Blow after blow, swing after swing, I could feel my skills improving as I flipped and spiraled in the air, dodging any possible attack my false opponent may come up with. I didn't notice it then, but Genrou was watching me, studying my moves. When I saw him I was furious!
" What are you doing here?" I said in a cold tone.
" Calm down, I want to see you train, is that against the law?"
" No, but..."
" But what?"
" Do you want to practice with me?" I offered.
" Sure, why not?"
He pulled his sword out of its sheath and began swinging it.
" I'll be the teacher, I am more experienced."
I agreed and began following every move. When he thrust the sword downward, I was always a second behind him. I tried to anticipate his moves. When I saw a certain movement of the hand, I could tell what he was planning. I learned his technique, not to mention all his moves.
" Okay kid, that's enough practice! Now let's fight!"
Before I could say a word, he had lunged forward. I dodged the attack and swiped my sword to the left. Metal against metal, metal against flesh, blood covered blades, our battle raged on. Blow after blow, I could see the determination in his eyes. I wasn't going to lose! I had to win, I swore to Suzaku I would.
" This is in the name of Suzaku!" I shouted as I leapt forward.
A strange red light glowed from just above my heart. This caught off guard and when my sword came down, he wasn't ready. Luckily, his sword had been in the way. If it hadn't been there to protect him, who knows what would have happened! The only damage that had been done was to his weapon. I had some how broken it in two!
" What the hell?!" Genrou looked at his sword that lay in pieces on the ground. " How did you do that?!"
" I don't know?"
I stared at my own sword and say it was glowing with a tint of red.
" That light, the light that glowed. Was that it?" he lowered his voice. " The light of Suzaku!"
Chapter 3
I'll Only Lose Once
" I am!" Genrou struck me in the neck with his hand.
I feel to the ground and when I tried to get up, I found myself in a headlock!
" Now, give up, or die!"
" Give it up son, you've lost!" my father called.
At that very moment, Genrou released me and walked over to my father to claim his prize.
" Nice match kid, better luck next time!" he shouted.
" I may have lost this time, but mark my words, I'll never lose again, especially not to you!" I spoke in the calmest voice possible.
" We'll see about that!" he laughed as he walked away.
I turned to me father only to see that he had already headed home.
" I will beat him, I'll prove to everyone that I can do this! I swear to Suzaku, I will!"
With my newfound courage, I picked up my sword and began my training. Even if my father wasn't here, I could still train myself. I found the old practice pole and began swinging at it. Blow after blow, swing after swing, I could feel my skills improving as I flipped and spiraled in the air, dodging any possible attack my false opponent may come up with. I didn't notice it then, but Genrou was watching me, studying my moves. When I saw him I was furious!
" What are you doing here?" I said in a cold tone.
" Calm down, I want to see you train, is that against the law?"
" No, but..."
" But what?"
" Do you want to practice with me?" I offered.
" Sure, why not?"
He pulled his sword out of its sheath and began swinging it.
" I'll be the teacher, I am more experienced."
I agreed and began following every move. When he thrust the sword downward, I was always a second behind him. I tried to anticipate his moves. When I saw a certain movement of the hand, I could tell what he was planning. I learned his technique, not to mention all his moves.
" Okay kid, that's enough practice! Now let's fight!"
Before I could say a word, he had lunged forward. I dodged the attack and swiped my sword to the left. Metal against metal, metal against flesh, blood covered blades, our battle raged on. Blow after blow, I could see the determination in his eyes. I wasn't going to lose! I had to win, I swore to Suzaku I would.
" This is in the name of Suzaku!" I shouted as I leapt forward.
A strange red light glowed from just above my heart. This caught off guard and when my sword came down, he wasn't ready. Luckily, his sword had been in the way. If it hadn't been there to protect him, who knows what would have happened! The only damage that had been done was to his weapon. I had some how broken it in two!
" What the hell?!" Genrou looked at his sword that lay in pieces on the ground. " How did you do that?!"
" I don't know?"
I stared at my own sword and say it was glowing with a tint of red.
" That light, the light that glowed. Was that it?" he lowered his voice. " The light of Suzaku!"