Disciple [3]

Both Cyrus and Lucas were looking at Zephyr with stupefied gazes, 'a dual wielder! But how?'.

And both of them had the same question in their minds, a dual wielder is a swordsman who uses two swords at the same time.

Making use of perfectly executed and precisely timed barrage of slashes consecutively from the both swords at an unimaginable speed, a dual wielder compromises on the strength of the slashes, compensating it with speed and mobility.

But, not just anyone can become a dual wielder, to become one, one has to master footwork, have high dexterity, amazing perception and intuition, along with high upper body flexibility along with strength and lower body agility.

To become a dual wielder people usually practise for years if not decades, and here is this kid.

Gulp

Lucas gulped in anticipation, curiosity and excitement eminent in his eyes.

While Cyrus was observing Zephyr keenly.

His movements, his attacks, his defences, his sword style and the openings in his style.

There were too many holes, to say the least...

...but that was when they just started fighting, but now those holes have been reduced significantly.

'just who is this guy' 

***

Tssss….

Taking in a cold breath calmed my racing heart and cleared my mind.

Opening my eyes I saw Cyrus's silhouette standing a bit away from me, in his lowered stance.

I just stood straight, my blades pointing towards the ground, I was calm as the ocean.

Huff….

Releasing a hot breath, I leaned forward and charged at Cyrus.

He too started charging at me.

'i don't know what this feeling is, as soon as I started fighting, my left hand was itching to move, i tried to control it but it wasn't heeding my command'

'but i suppressed it anyway, but just before I realised, when i was swinging at Cyrus while dancing around him, i realised that I am still feeling incomplete, but it's not me but my weapon which is incomplete….'

'...the instincts and muscle memory, I can feel it all, i will do my best in trying to use them to their fullest' 

Clang!

Clang!

Swish!

Clang!

A flurry of sword slashes were exchanged between me and Cyrus. We both attacked and evaded each other's slashes, none of us tried to block.

I couldn't because of my sword style and Cyrus couldn't because if he did, I could cut him down with the other sword.

But it wasn't a stalemate.

I turned my torshow, moving my left leg back, turning towards the left and rotating my body. I slashed my sword trying to cleave off his leg.

But as though Cyrus expected this he jumped back, avoiding the sword slash….

….but at that moment.

Swish!

With a swift movement of his hip, Zephyr used his other hand swinging the sword at Cyrus's chest.

Clang!

Cyrus gritted his teeth on impact, because he was currently above ground, he wasn't able to spread the impact of the sword slash using his legs, and because of which he was flung backwards.

Thud!

With a resounding thud, Cyrus's body hit one of the walls of the training room.

Grrr….

Groaning slightly he looked up towards Zephyr, "playtime's over brat.", With a terrifying bone chilling voice he said as the temperature of the room decreased rapidly.

All movements halted.

Gulp…

Zephyr swallowed his saliva in fear as his eyes shook.

An intense killing intent shrouded the whole room as blood red fog obstructed everyone's vision.

Shing!

A pair of eyes glimmered menacingly in the red mist, as the trails of light coming from those shining eyes moved around swiftly with the figure who these eyes belonged to.

Zephyr was fear stricken as his body refused to move, it was his first time experiencing something like this.

Swinging around his swords frantically in desperation, Zephyr tried to defend himself from Cyrus who was still hiding.

Zephyr's eyes were currently facing miniature earthquakes as his pupils trembled, his hands shook, and his feat trembled.

Bang!

Swoosh!

Thud!

Suddenly, a figure emerged behind Zephyr, its emerald green eyes shining like jewels leaving a trail of green light behind.

Even before Zephyr could realise that someone got behind him, Cyrus's first connected with Zephyr's back sending him flying across the room, he fell on the ground and rolled for a couple of metres before clashing against the wall.

The last thing Zephyr saw was Cyrus's figure standing in the distance, his eyes filled with regret and concern as he wore a melancholic expression, while Lucas was rushing towards him with a worried gaze.

Zephyr's lips arched up in a subtle smile, as a trickle of tear fell down his cheeks, before he lost his consciousness.

***

Looking at Zephyr's unconscious figure laying on the ground Lucas glared at Cyrus who was currently trying to explain himself.

"Oy, what's the meaning of this?"

Lucas's raging voice echoed inside the whole room, his voice was filled with anger and disappointment.

Cyrus could only purse his lips as had no words to say, it was his fault.

"Didn't we decide before, not to use any mana, weapon arts or any form of advanced techniques, so what was that…."

Glaring at Cyrus Lucas pointed at Zephyr's unconscious body while saying, "If not for me using my mana to block your last attack he would have been dead meat"

Cyrus was looking at the ground in shame, as he internally loathed himself for being so pathetic, but something about Zephyr made his blood boil.

His fighting style was the best counter for Cyrus's own style, and because of which he wanted to go all out.

'maybe taking him in as a disciple is not such a bad idea—'

Thud!

Slam!

Snapping him out of his thoughts was Lucas's palm which had stuck the ground so hard that the floor matting got an imprint of his hands on them.

"Why you ... .you aren't even listening to me."

Lucas barked as a vein bulged on his forehead.

Looking at Lucas, Cyrus shook his head as he said.

"Ok fine, I am sorry it's my fault that he ended up in that state, so as compensation I will teach about the way of the swords."

For a moment Lucas stared blankly at Cyran, unable to understand what he just said, but moments later when he realised what he said, Lucus's eyes widened.

"For real? You will take him in"

Cyran simply nodded with a smile.

Lucas's expression changed from that of anger to a smug face as said, "fine, then once he becomes 17, I Lucas Blackwood will enrol him into my academy", placing a hand on his chest Lucas grinned.

Seeing his grin Cyran also grinned, as they both looked at Zephyr's figure at the same time….

...unbeknownst to Zephyr his fate has been decided by two people who he barely knew.

But was it now?...