Chapter 23: DELIBERATELY
She stared down at him.
His breathing was heavy as he kneeled on the ground on one of his knees. The back of his hand wiped the blood oozing out of his nose which almost broke due to Megara's strike. His skills were truly bad but also weren't bad at all. She stumbled back while breathing heavily. The boy wasn't bad at all. He just needed a little more attention. His father...why does he not hire a personal instructor for his son? He is very persistent in making him leave his dream and attain the throne. Why not hire someone to train his son as well?
The other two boys have long completed their fight and gone away. These two are still fighting. As she said, he isn't good at martial arts. He is all beaten up but he is still not letting her win, he looks very desperate to win. She is perplexed by his desperate behavior to win. Seeing his behavior she deliberately held back for some reason.
His eyes kept flickering toward their left side, she couldn't help but slowly slide her gaze toward her right side, her pupils slightly dilated and she looked back at him. Lord Linya and Jasmine Linya were standing near the entrance of the ground, looking directly at them.
So that's why he is very desperate to win.
She looked down at him and licked her lips.
"Get up, you haven't used your magic. Do you have any magic? If you have it, use it on me." She said and got in her position again. "If I use my magic....you will die." He whispered under his breath but she heard it all well. Will she perish? She stared at him blankly...what does he mean she will perish?
He slowly stood up and got in position again.
Is he...Is he holding back?
She stared at him in shock.
She didn't get the chance to stare at him more when he started to strike. Palm against palm, an extremely heavy force is exerted out of their attached palms, throwing the things nearby and shattering the lanterns nearby into tiny pieces.
The power exerted out of their palms was so strong that both of them were forced backward. Lowering their hands down they begin to share move after move. Megara looked towards the entrance of the ground and found them still standing there. With no other choice, she deliberately let herself lose.
Kneeling on one of her knees, this time she looked up at him. He looked toward his parents before looking at Megara. Megara slowly raised her arm indicating that she had given up, hence he was announced as the winner. He stared at her for a while before stepping back and bowing at her. She slowly stood and bowed back at him.
With that, both of them walk towards the entrance of the ground since their training was over. They walked with a lot of distance between them. Megara bowed at both of the elders before passing by them.
"Rowan's students...as I heard it. They are useless. Why are they even here?"
She heard Ezekiel saying.
No matter what you do...people will always judge you. With a sad smile on her face, she walked away from them, not noticing those black eyes staring at her with an unexplainable emotion.
She did not talk about her combat with anyone and even at the dinner table, she stayed silent. Her expression was gloomy which didn't go unnoticed by Evenor so he asked what was wrong with her.
"Just tired. I will go to bed early." She said and stood up from her buffer. She said she was full but her plate was not even half empty. Not giving them any chance to point at her intake she quickly strolled away from them.
The moonlight shined on her face as she walked under the open sky. She truly felt tired and was in a very bad mood for some reason. She believed if at this time she talked with anyone it would only end up in a fight. Not paying any attention to her surroundings she made her way toward her room.
By the time she reached her room and was about to open the door, she noticed a small box placed next to the door. A frown made its way onto her face making her look even more pissed off. She slowly bent down and grabbed the tiny box in her fingers. She carefully examined it while standing up straight. The box looked extremely familiar. She slowly opened the box with both hands and saw a black colored gel in it. She brought the box closer to her nose and sniffed it.
Ointment?
It was an ointment.
A black-colored ointment?
Where has she seen this before?
All of a sudden her pupils enlarged when she finally remembered where she have seen this before. This is the same box and black ointment which Evandros was using. Suddenly something struck in her mind. His palm was wounded but when she was fighting him, she touched both of his palms so many times. His palms weren't bandaged; there was no sign of a wound on his palms at all.
She looked here and there and then back at the box.
Why in the hell both of them are giving each other silent treatments? She fixed his wooden statue without even letting him know and he placed an ointment at her door. She is sure he doesn't know she was the one who fixed his wooden statue but she knows this box belongs to him.
Whatever it is.
She felt warmth in her chest.
A smile made its way on her lips as she entered her room and closed the door behind her, locking it. That lad is truly pure, she thought. Is he sad because he hit her or is he aware that she deliberately stepped back? With a constant smile on her face, she sat on the bed and loosened her robe. Her gray robe slides down from her shoulders, unable to slide further because of the belt around her waist.
She applied the black ointment on her bruises.
She placed the box on the table and lay down on the bed, covering herself with the blanket.
It was now midnight. She expected herself to fall asleep as soon as she lay down but sleep was nowhere around her even though she was tired. With a heavy sigh, she sat up on the bed. Fixed her clothes, wore her shoes, and left her room. The night was silent and she felt peaceful. Her long brown hair was opened so she loosely tied a ribbon around her hair and strolled towards God knows where.
"Really?" She asked herself by the time she realized where she was standing. She was at the back side of the training ground. The place where she usually rests under the tree. She turned towards the left side, her gaze falling on the bushes.
With a blank face and a blank mind, she slowly walked toward the bushes, her eyes widened and she quickly hid behind the tree just like last time.
'Why is he still practicing at this time? Does this boy ever rest?" She gossiped under her whiff and peek her head out to have a look at him. He was practicing with his wooden statue. His skills weren't as awful as before. He slightly improved...that's good. She was a little taken aback when she saw a very familiar move coming from him. The way he swung his leg to kick. The way he was practicing right now...matched her martial arts style a lot.
"Don't tell me."
Did he get a hold of her moves in just one combat?
This boy is very smart.
His skills were truly awful when she saw him practicing with the wooden figure for the very first time but when he was fighting against her, he wasn't that bad. He is enhancing at a very fast pace. He is talented...why didn't his father hire anyone to acquaint him with? He is the first one to come and see him fight but doesn't know how his son is acquainted.
She watched him for a good while.
Her eyes narrowed when she heard him groan, he did kick like her but the kick was very sloppy. He was trying to perfect that move...a move which took so much of her time to get a hold on to.
With a deep breath, she walked out of her hiding spot, making her way toward him. His head abruptly turned around when he heard footsteps behind him. Once their eyes met, he froze for a second and she trailed off on her steps.
"Why are you still practicing? Relaxing is also crucial." She said, He slowly turned towards her and slightly bowed at her. "I...I couldn't sleep." He said, not looking toward her. She can see he was lying.
"What is S-Senior doing here?" He asked and she quietly looked at him. He was avoiding her gaze for some reason. Even when they were fighting he wasn't looking into her eyes. "Look in the eyes when you're talking to someone." She said, her tone slightly stern at first but she softened it by the end of the sentence.
She can't believe how curtly she talks. She needs to be softer but you can't be someone you're not. Emotions come from within..someone like her cannot fake them. But she wanted to apply a soft tone with him.
"Ahh...Y-Yes."
He raised his face and looked her in the eyes. His eyes were doe-like and his cheeks were chubby. Is he a fifteen-year-old? "You are a talented child. But if this path is not your ambition then why not quarrel for what you desire?" She asked.
He was slightly aghast by her direct question.
"Quarrel? I...I'm already bound." He said he sounded sad.
"Bounded? Bounded by your father?" She asked and he was even more aghast than before. In short, he was awful at hiding his emotions which is shown in his handsome features.
"Ah...Senior. It's getting late. I will...take my leave." He said and bowed to her but before he could pass by her, she raised her left arm blocking his way. She looked at him and asked him reluctantly.
"If...If you want then I can teach...you."
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