Quill 7 Act 1 who are you?

The setting sun's rays bathed the old fencing school in a orange-yellow light. Cyrara admired the effect for a moment and entered the school. "Hello Christian-san!" The fencing teacher waved. Cyrara nodded and the teacher went back to their class. He helped out every now and then since he first arrived for that tournament. Roxane hadn't arrived yet so he went to help the teacher.

"Steady now, Lift up your right hand a bit…There." The student's arm wobbled holding the foil in the correct position. Cyrara held their arm steady, "Now, practice going back to this position ten times then hold it like this for twenty minutes. And don't forget keeping your right foot at a 90 degree angle." The girl nodded nervously and Cyrara went on to the next student.

"Christian?" He looked up.

"Hello Roxane!" He came over to the doorway, "Ready to go?"

She nodded and smiled. Her eyes seemed to glance down, a bit sadly, as Cyrara went up to her but perhaps it was the evening light playing tricks for she hugged him and they walked out into the street arm in arm.

"…So, Christian, I wanted to ask you a question." Roxane said. They walked along a boardwalk by the dock. The wind blew their coats seeming to get stronger as the sky darkened.

"Ah. Is it about the phone call yesterday? Don't mind about Bretete…He's an old friend of mine and it was an in-joke between us."

"Well, that was partially it. The other question I wanted to ask was… Who are you?"

Cyrara's mind raced. What did she mean by that?

"…Who am I?" he laughed, perhaps a little nervously, "I'm Christian! Just Christian. The one-and-only."

"Really. It's all right…" Roxane stopped and looked up at Cyrara.

"I'm serious. I'm Christian. What makes you think otherwise Roxane…?"

"Well…" Roxane looked out onto the water, "one of my friends has a brother in the army… He was recently sent on a mission around the same time you were gone so, I was wondering if you were in the same company. I asked him if he knew about you. He said that he didn't hear of any Christian in his platoon and he's pretty well-known in the company…And they were the only company to be sent on a mission that day so…" She looked worriedly at him.

Cyrara sighed. It was coming to him since the beginning. He knew that eventually he'd have to tell Roxane or that she would find out that he was using a pseudonym, but he hoped it wouldn't have been so soon. And so sudden. His mind raced in a way. Either break it to her in the best way possible or, come up with another excuse… Ah! And to think that he hardly gave a cared about anyone a year ago. Love does strange wonders to oneself…

"Roxane, I'd like to show you something." He finally said after thinking things through. He turned away from her and headed up the block. Roxane hurried to catch up with him, "What's wrong? I said, I don't care if Christian isn't your name."

"You don't, huh? I'm sure you don't really mean that Roxane…"

"I do!" Cyrara stopped. He looked towards Roxane, her face looked sincere.

"I really do mean that Christian. No matter who you are, I still…love you."

"…W-well." Cyrara turned back abruptly, his face looking more red than blue and went in the direction of his apartment.