Inconspicuous Request [ vix ]

She was late wasn’t she? She glanced at the clock at every interval of a second while rushing through the darkened early mornings. Still three hours till she needed to be there, there was a rare moment of excitement in her causing the rise of early morning butterflies fluttering inside her stomach. Making her slightly queasy at the mere offer of food, how could she not be excited, today she can finally stop practicing in secret for fear of her brother throwing a fit,

She finally found someone her brother would be comfortable in honing her knowledge in swordsmanship. They agreed long ago this place was no place to go around unharmed or without the proper knowledge of self defense, she knew how to fight her main concern was... her main weaponry she still needed guidance of an expert when it came to how her stance should be and the force that needed to be calculated for each attack.

Luckily there was one such person whom her brother trusted as a partner. That was Ryune, imagine Anise’s surprise when he actually agreed to the request knowing that woman weren’t that looked upon as fighters she aimed to put a dent on that belief... at least to the best of her capabilities, light simmered in tiny flecks from the rising sun, breaking through the cries of the crickets hiding in the thick tall grass as she sped her way towards the outskirts of the dilapidated city. It saddened her you could say, to see just how far corruption can kill a city, there were ways to improve Piros, if only those in the higher seats would stop staring at their hides and actually do something about it.

Not that she should be saying those things, she could have helped but the child contended herself by being a mere observer in a land riddled to the core with lies and deceit. She was not as innocent as her brother liked to believe not when having traversed through the darker sides of societies for god knows how long.

It was still at the break of dawn when she arrived, by now the sun was half way risen, orange hues of morning dawn glinted at the tiny specks of dew laden on the leaves a fresh stream of breeze blew from the northern route carrying the mixed aroma of the surrounding forestry and the earthy scent of dirt mixed into it. She sighed softly, bending a bit to touch her knees as she gasped out of breath from the sudden sprint. Still early, she scanned the area, turning her sharp eyes at each corners to try and sense a presence. There wasn’t, and there was no need for her to use her abilities either. It’s at that moment she finally felt the weight of the object strapped on her back, wrapped in a beige clothe and two feet taller than the small girl bearing its weight. A spear weapon, or a halberd? She hadn’t really intended to show this to anyone but oh well its bring your weapon he said and she did didn’t she? Forcing her body back up, she started to look for a perch, anywhere to sit and wait for dear old teacher to appear, and she found just that. A boulder nestled close to a large aging tree withered by age just like the town it’s neighboring with. She moved towards it, her feet crunched the earth as she sat behind the large rock. Now to wait...

She didn’t need to wait for too long when she heard the familiar heavy steps of the man whom... was often tormented by the sight of the paperwork being tossed at them. More so now that their blacksmith disappeared, why she hadn’t told him she found the little air-headed fox, well the man would outright slaughter everyone in that lilla if she spoke of it. Lifting her head to peer from outside the protective shield of the boulder she spotted him. “I’m not late!” She called to him, moving out from the boulder.

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Oh she learned well after having the misfortune of being a witness to just how much he dislike tardiness. Her thoughts went towards the poor soul whom was the recipient of his wraith. She wondered if the man could stand now after that... cesspool of violence the man had no qualms over demonstrating.

She shook her head of the memory preferring to focus her sole attention towards the lessons he’s about to impart. For a mind who loves to wander this is the challenge Anise needed to conquer or face the brutal might of this man’s fury. Last time she checked she still had a perfectly healthy aptitude towards life despite...certain factor she cared not to name.

Her gaze fixed itself upon the man, a nod came from his praise she knew better than to let it get to her head. Gene told her before never to let anything get to her head it was a lesson she took her heart. She wasn’t about to break her code. Just as she anticipated the drill sergeant in him began to poke its head. He wasn’t going to make things easier for her, that she already accepted, but to hear his words about her weapon she merely nodded at his criticism. Accepting it, well she learned long ago to be open minded when she unlatched the large weaponry from her back. She strolled towards the nearest tree and delicately leaning it against the bark of the wood. A warrior’s soul was in their weapon she heard the saying numerous times but this one... had some sentimental values that she couldn’t part with. “Noted master,” She uttered a small smirk, leaving it there for a split second until it dissolved as though it never existed on the serious mask she wore just for this occasion. She nodded, taking note of his lessons. He was right though, she found speed far more productive in getting her desired results rather than brute strength she clearly didn’t have.

Now this... is where things gets tricky, she’s used to using daggers as projectiles not actual combat with it forcing her to have to rethink her strategy. She couldn’t integrate long range fighting into short distance unless said weaponry goes for projectile but maybe... her mind began articling through various strategist all while maintaining it out from her facial features. She moved to take the blade, circling her hands around the sheath she nodded. “Don’t worry that’s exactly what I planned to do.” Maybe it was the independency in her that spear headed this plot. One thing was certain though she’s not one to play the damsel in distress.

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