บท 43: Hostile

Aberdeen City, 3 years prior

The sound of clashing blades echoed around the home dojo, and the scene of a couple fencing unfolded.

Their footwork was precise, and movements calculated. From a spectator's point of view, it was almost like they were dancing.

The woman thrusted her weapon, and the man used his blade to deflect it. With a swift unpredictable movement, he changed the blade's direction, pointing at the woman's neck.

"Tsk," she mumbled, stance softened as she drew down her weapon.

"Good parry." He said, his cerulean eyes looking deeply at the frowning woman in front of him. "Is there something bothering you?"

"Hmm…" she mumbled, lips pursed. However, instead of answering immediately, she lifted up her foil.

Garan's lips twitched with a smile and stepped back, similarly raising his blade.

The story was definitely irksome, seeing that his fiancée wanted to stab someone just thinking about it.