J I N G Y I MY SWORD IS A LIFE TAKER
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Once more, her mentor circled around her like a hungry predator. His eyes searched her stance for any imperfections, for any mistakes. Orange eyes narrowed, his face full of anger as it always was. Coming to a standstill in front of her, Zhihao stood meters away. The man was completely still for a moment before he unsheathed the pair of blades he always carried with him. His form was full of elegance, true mastership of his art. Light flashed off the masterly-crafted swords that the Kenshi wielded. Despite the great differences between them, if anyone were to peek, they would see the pinnacle of Hou strength.
"I believe that you are ready..." Zhiaho muttered in a breath as he fell into stance himself, a leg sliding forwards as he held forwards a blade. The other stood ready at his eyes as eyes full of emotion stared at Jingyi. "You are to come at me and fight at your best. Hold nothing back," the man almost hissed the word nothing, and Jingyi knew that he wouldn't hold back against her either.
Almost at once, the two lunged at each other. Jingyi slashed Fujin only for her mentor to block with one sword, the second extending to dig deep into her flesh. The blade was so polished and well-taken cared of, Jingyi would've admired her reflection in the metal if she had the time. With the dance-like grace her uncle had taught her, the redhead stepped out of the weapon's bite. She turned on her feet, extending Fujin and slashing it. Metal met metal as Zhihao blocked the attack, his hand not even trembling behind the force of the clash. His second sword quickly descended, forcing Jingyi to move her blade and catch it. She could feel vibrations travel up her arm, but she couldn't afford to concentrate on it.
Her uncle quickly slashed out with both swords, forcing Jingyi to jump back and drop down. Her legs bent as her knees hit the wooden floors of the dojo, her body not recognizing the jolt at the meeting. The swords flew overhead, cutting the very air that rested above her. The redhead didn't stay there long, her very soul pushing her body forwards in a lunge towards her master.
Zhihao was quick to react, stepping back with expertise and slashing his blades. Jingyi evaded to the side, a tip of her uncle's blade nicking the fabric that clothed her side. But the girl didn't stop to admire the swiftness of her mentor, instead focusing on continuing her barrage against him.
Before Zhihao could launch his attack, Jingyi stepped forwards. Her blade, held back by nothing, aimed to pierce straight into her uncle's side. With lightning reflexes, the man caught her blade between his own and begun to move. He lifted his arms, turning them about his body as he side stepped around his niece. Jingyi was dragged alongside him, her grip on Fujin loosening.
The man released his hold on Jingyi and raised his blades to cut his niece down, but Jingyi was always one who recovered quickly. Jumping out of the way of his attacks, Jingyi deflected the closest one away with Fujin's surface. Rings rang throughout the room as the redhead sharply turned her sword, trapping his in the indentions that ran along the side of her blade.
Something flashed in her mentor's eyes as she wrenched his blade away, the fine katana whirling through the air. But their fight continued regardless of the fact that her mentor lacked one sword. Zhihao flawlessly adapted, taking hold of his remaining katana with both hands as he shifted into the Mamushi Stance.
Then, together in a dance, master and student threw themselves at each other. Sword met sword as Jingyi weaved around her uncle, Zhihao likewise bobbing around his niece. It was a spectacle to be seen as they moved about one another. Her sword would strike out, only to be blocked by his. He would then spin, a familiar tassel blurring as he aimed to cut Jingyi down. Her retaliation would be her stabbing Fujin in his sword's path, almost effortlessly stopping his movement.
But then he would turn on his heel, lifting his sword and slashing it horizontally. With the swiftness of a rabbit, Jingyi would evade her master's attack, dropping below it and turning as she launched her own strike back against him. He would stop her's, and the redhead would adapt, seamlessly flowing into another attack.
The sound of metal striking metal ran echoed within the room, the sound of ringing accompanying close behind it. Zhihao and Jingyi crossed the room in a deadly dance of the waltz, each movement followed by a strike or a parry. Neither made ground on each other, a testament to both of their defenses.
But their spar would come to an end when Jingyi brought her sword down in a devastating attack, slicing deep into the flesh of Zhihao's arm. The man, long accustomed to the bite of a sword, just recoiled and pulled away without a sound. His free hand gripped at the wound as Jingyi lowered her blade, its tip dripping with scarlet blood.
"... Very good, Jingyi. You've done better than I had expected of you."
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