Chapter III: Rainy Day Man
She was there as usual, training as if fighting an invisible opponent. Sweat beaded all over her face as she dashed about the wooded area, throwing small knives and slicing down trees with her wind blades now and then while leaping from one tree branch to another. The sun is not up today. It was cloudy and dark. The sky was dim gray, almost as if it's dead and the wind was as cold as ice. Yet, it was nice... it was a nice way to cool off while training. The wind blew hard, causing the trees to sway back and forth... but not Fuuko. Her mind was focused, set. She did not even noticed the chilly stabs of wind against her skin but her body did. She was shivering a little.
He, too, was there as usual. His long purple- almost black hair, with its fine strands fluttering with the wind's movement. He stood still not signifying any sign of cold. Not even a shiver or anything. His eyes were focused on her as it moved from left to right, examining her every action. To most people, she's probably hard to watch and track her every movement but not to him. It's almost as if she's just going on a normal speed. Silently, his eyes followed her flux. They may not talk much... but this is much better than not having anything at all. There was still communication but it's not very clear. Her passion and determination drove her to the maximum, pushing her over her limitations. The intensity of her training was deep... he could see her exhaustion but she continued on, dedicated. He secretly admired her. Every single day... he would stand there and watch her. This... is girl that was unlike any other. She would go far and wide just to strengthen herself more... it's not like she really needed it but even so, she doesn't care to what extent it is, she'll do it anyway. Watching her....
Unexpected droplets of rain caused crunching sounds as it hit the ground. A low roar of thunder was heard and the crackling noise continued as the rain strengthens. More and more droplets of rain followed and soon, both figures were soaked from the many tiny droplets of water from the mourning gray sky. It's as if she still didn't care. She continued on training; kicking, attacking, wrestling against the wind's now violent motion ... and he continued on watching, standing there, letting the rain immerse him, engulf him, causing his hair to dangle down, as if sticking to his scalp, merely covering his face.
She abruptly stops, standing still, looking ahead to the tree that was packed with throwing knives and slashes from her wind blades.
"I think that's enough for today, Fuuko-sama." she suddenly heard a soft landing and footstep heading her way. She turned her head to the side, finding herself staring at Raiha's calm features, his hand reaching to help her up. -----------------------------------
She was there as usual, training as if fighting an invisible opponent. Sweat beaded all over her face as she dashed about the wooded area, throwing small knives and slicing down trees with her wind blades now and then while leaping from one tree branch to another. The sun is not up today. It was cloudy and dark. The sky was dim gray, almost as if it's dead and the wind was as cold as ice. Yet, it was nice... it was a nice way to cool off while training. The wind blew hard, causing the trees to sway back and forth... but not Fuuko. Her mind was focused, set. She did not even noticed the chilly stabs of wind against her skin but her body did. She was shivering a little.
He, too, was there as usual. His long purple- almost black hair, with its fine strands fluttering with the wind's movement. He stood still not signifying any sign of cold. Not even a shiver or anything. His eyes were focused on her as it moved from left to right, examining her every action. To most people, she's probably hard to watch and track her every movement but not to him. It's almost as if she's just going on a normal speed. Silently, his eyes followed her flux. They may not talk much... but this is much better than not having anything at all. There was still communication but it's not very clear. Her passion and determination drove her to the maximum, pushing her over her limitations. The intensity of her training was deep... he could see her exhaustion but she continued on, dedicated. He secretly admired her. Every single day... he would stand there and watch her. This... is girl that was unlike any other. She would go far and wide just to strengthen herself more... it's not like she really needed it but even so, she doesn't care to what extent it is, she'll do it anyway. Watching her....
Unexpected droplets of rain caused crunching sounds as it hit the ground. A low roar of thunder was heard and the crackling noise continued as the rain strengthens. More and more droplets of rain followed and soon, both figures were soaked from the many tiny droplets of water from the mourning gray sky. It's as if she still didn't care. She continued on training; kicking, attacking, wrestling against the wind's now violent motion ... and he continued on watching, standing there, letting the rain immerse him, engulf him, causing his hair to dangle down, as if sticking to his scalp, merely covering his face.
She abruptly stops, standing still, looking ahead to the tree that was packed with throwing knives and slashes from her wind blades.
"I think that's enough for today, Fuuko-sama." she suddenly heard a soft landing and footstep heading her way. She turned her head to the side, finding herself staring at Raiha's calm features, his hand reaching to help her up. -----------------------------------
