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Haruhi hesitated before reaching her hand up to knock softly on the door of the training master, who, if things went well, would be in charge of her for the next two months when she was a trainee. If things didn't go well...
Let's not think about that now.
"Enter." The deep voice made Haruhi jump, and she slowly pushed the door open to reveal a very organized office with a very intimidating man sitting behind a desk. She crept in, feeling more nervous than she could ever remember being.
"Sit." Haruhi did so. A few awkward seconds passed before she realized the man wanted her to say something.
"I, um... just arrived. I'm here to train. To be a knight."
"What's your surname?"
"Fujioka. My father's lands are in the western mountains."
"I know it. I didn't know he had a son, though."
Haruhi swallowed. "He doesn't talk about me much."
The man smiled. "Fair enough. Do you have a letter?" Haruhi handed it over. The man had just started opening it when the door burst open. Haruhi turned to find a small-ish boy with light hair and a beaming smile, standing next to a towering man with dark hair, and very little expression at all. Glancing back at the training master, she was surprised to see that his reaction to the interruption was only an eye roll.
"Mitsukuni. I though I told you to knock."
"Sorry dad." The boy said. "But the chefs are experimenting and made a new type of cake. I wanted to know if you wanted so- Who's this?" His eyes had gone to Haruhi, and his head tilted in an inquisitive manner. The man standing beside him had also directed his gaze to Haruhi, but his face remained impassive.
The training master stood. "I'm sorry. This is-" He glanced down at the letter. "Haruhi. Haruhi, this is my son, Mitsukuni Haninozuka, and his cousin, Takashi Morinozuka." They both bowed, in turn, and Haruhi did the same. "Why don't you show this young man to his rooms and give him the information he needs?" He sat back down and got back to his work, seeming to have forgotten the three boys (well, sort of) in his room.
"Come on!" Mitsukuni said, startling Haruhi by grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the room. "You can call me Hunny, and you can call Takashi, Mori. Everyone else does." Seeing Haruhi looking at the taller man, Hunny smiled. "His dad is the arms master, in charge of the distribution and production of weapons in the kingdom. Welcome to the capital by the way. And come on, trainees rooms are this way."
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