Disciple [2]

Standing 50 metres away from each other, both Cyran and Zephyr calmly looked at each other.

Cyran held a long, thin, single edged curved blade with both of his hands, while Zephyr was holding a single handed thin, curved double edged sword.

Lucas looked at both of them, and with a nod, he raised both of his hands in the air,

"Ready..."

Cyran lowered his stance as he raised his sword, pointing it's tip towards Zephyr's face, while Zephyr copied whatever Cyran did, with some mistakes here and there.

Looking at the young boy's stance, Cyran couldn't help but shake his inwardly in disappointment.

'Really, he couldn't understand why would Lucas insist so much about making Zephyr his disciple'

'He might be good at academics but that doesn't mean that he will be good at fighting as well'

Sigh….

Sighing inwardly, Cyrus thought to himself, 'let's end this quickly and painlessly, I don't want to break this kid'

On the other hand Zephyr couldn't care less about his stance, ever since the time he woke up in this place, he couldn't help but feel something strange.

It's almost like, 'i know I am missing something, but I can't put my finger on it'

'ugh…'

With a frustrated groan, Zephyr harend his resolve as he thought, 'I won't lose this battle, no, I can't lose this battle.

"....start"

As soon as Lucas's loud booming voice resounded in the room, both Cyrus and Zephyr shot towards each other.

With a huge wave of his arm and torshow Zephyr slashed towards Cyran.

But as though Cyran expected this attack, he merely shifted his body to the right, perfectly dodging Zephyr's attack.

Using his sword which was already pointing towards Zephyr's face, Cyrus lunged forwards with a roar.

"Haaa…."

"Hick…..!"

Zephyr was taken by surprise as he didn't expect Cyran to counter so fast, moving his right hand to use his sword as a shield, Zephyr tried to defend himself…..

…..but…..

Shing!

Clang!

…. suddenly the world spun and Zephyr found himself crashing towards the ground.

Twack!

With a loud sound of something heavy falling on the ground, Zephyr's body dragged along the ground for a few metres before stopping.

"Aargh…."

With a groan Zephyr tried to stand up but suddenly, his hairs stood on end, goosebumps, he felt someone's presence behind him as he turned his upper body, bringing his sword up he gazed at the figure as his eyes widened…..

Clang!

…. Cyrus's blade struck against Zephyr's sword as both the training weapons made creaking noises.

'H-How', Zephyr was in disbelief, how did Cyrus come behind him, in such a short time.

But before he could even think about anything….

Bang!

…. striking his foot against Zephyr's chest Cyran sent Zephyr flying.

But this time instead of pathetically falling on this ground, Zephyr was able to turn his body in mid-air, doing a summersault Zephyr landed on his feet.

"Ha…ha….ha…"

Zephyr was breathing heavily, as his hands trembled, he felt uneasy, and strangely…. incomplete.

He fell on his knees as he tried to recover his strained body.

'Fuck, the old man isin't holding back, is he trying to kill me?'

On the other hand Cyran was surprised, 'this kid, his techniques and weapon style is getting better as the time passes, has his instincts taken over, but at such a young age. What king of kid has these kinds of instincts'

His weapon of choice was also strange, although the sword he chose looked similar to a katana, but it was double edged and he was using it only with one arm...

…..Why was that?

Cyran couldn't help but wonder, but he didn't give it much thought as he scoffed it off, "hmph, whatever".

With a swift movement Cyran appeared right before Zephyr as he slashed his swords sideways, giving Zephyr no leeway.

"It's over!', Cyran thought, but….

Clang!

…..all of his thoughts came to an abrupt stop as something he could never believe happened.

Zephyr raised his sword in a swift motion, his head was looking at the ground, his face was hidden behind his black hair.

With a resounding clang, Zephyr's sword struck Cyan's sword, stopping it in its tracks.

Both Cyran and Lucas had looks of disbelief, why would they not?

The attack Zephyr blocked just now…..was one other weapon arts Cyran practised, "Exorcism", a weapon srt specialising in many weapons, but mainly swords.

Its speciality was its fast and swift slashes which left its enemies clueless, and even before knowing what hit him, the enemy's decapitated head would be rolling on the ground.

But just now Zephyr had blocked the same weapon art, how?

How was this possible?

Both Lucas and Cyran had the same questions in their minds….

….but giving them no time Zephyr moved, moving his body 180 degrees, he delivered another swift slash.

Clang!

And to Cyran's dismay, this time he was the one on the defensive.

Zephyr's relentless barrage of attacks didn't stop, as he continued to push Cyran back, all the while his head was hung low and his eyes on the ground.

Cyran couldn't believe it, 'this brat was so dependent on his eyes just a while ago, but now, he's only using his other senses, how is this even fucking possible?'

Although Cyrus wasn't even using the 10 percent of his true skills and forgot about mana, it was a feat for a 12 year old to push him this much.

But Cyran couldn't help but think, 'his movements somehow felt incomplete...his left arm, it's moving in correspondence to his right arm, but that would mean…..'

Gasp

Cyran's eyes widened and he gasped in shock, looking at his expression Lucas was confused as a knowing smile emerged on Zephyr's face as he took a big leap back, flipping in the air he landed near the weapon podium.

And he reached out his hand and grabbed onto something…..

Shing!

.....now I am ready.

"?"

"__"

With a low stance, Zephyr stood near the weapon stand, holding to two swords, one in each hand, he was...

....a dual weilder.