Inside a dark room the windows were closed and the curtains were drawn. It was like the Morning wasn't allowed there an d the person in the bed seemed to keep it that way. The only movement was the slow rise and fall of the warm blanket untop of the bed. On the nightstand an alarm clock went on as the sound tore through the person's ears as it screamed 04:00AM sharp.
Outside the door,footsteps were heard and the door of the room flew open
"Wake up it's time to go to school"- a voice said pulling the sleeping person's blanket away revealing a young ginger haired girl "But I don't want you go mom"- replied the sleeping person
The was silence and the woman took a backet pouring the water on the sleeping girl and the girl gasped and coughed.
"Okay...okay I'm awake now" -said the girl and the mother smiled looking at her daughter.
"good girl...Akari it's 04:30 now and we have an hour and thirty minutes to train"
"Do we have to?"
"Yes you do now come quickly"- the women says leaving the room.
Akari quickly rushes to the bathroom as she quickly prepares herslef for the Morning training sessions she always has with her mother and wears an oversized t-shirt and leggings. She then goes to the Dojo inside the house where she finds her mother stretching.
"You took 20 minutes Akari"- Sumire stepped foward throwing a stick to her and she catches it quickly standing in a fighting stance.
"just a moment now...wear this"- Sumire says giving Akari a long cloth.
"huh? What should I do with it? Tie it in my waist?"
"No silly girl cover your eyes with it...today you will be training with your eyes closed."
"Are you serious now mom? Why would I need to cover my eyes these are self defense classes"
"You never know what life gives you so cover your eyes now"- Sumire stands in a fighting stance as Akari covers her eyes and also standing in a fighting stance.
Sumire moves fast already the bamboo stick in Akari's rib.
"You need to concentrate, feels, hear and smell your surroundings and the enemy's footsteps too...Now Concentrate Akari"
She moves fast again and lands another hit on Akari's arm.
"Mom your too qui-
"Smack"
"I said concentrate!!"
Akari shifted nervously, her hands holding the bamboo stick in an awkward position.
"But this isn't fair mom"- she complained
"Life isn't fair my darling you need to concentrate or we will be here all day long"
"But mom what about school"
"I will tell your teacher you have a light fever"
Hearing her mother's words Akari knows how her mother can be, she is telling the truth and she will keep her at home until she learns to concentrate.
Akari takes a deep breath, her muscles relaxing as she focuses on the surroundings like her mother said and her mother's footstep.
Akari listened to the creak of the floorboards and her mother's breathing patterns which it felt weird because how can she hear her breathing.
In a flash her Sumire was seen holding the bamboo still near Akari's neck but she blocked it before she was hit.
"There we go"- Sumire said amused and she kicks akari in her stomach and she flies and hits the wall.
"Do not loose concentration you don't know what the enemy might do to you in just 3 seconds so you have to be fast"
"You could've atleast given me a heads up"
"An enemy will never say "hey I'm gonna tell you my next move so better know how do dogde".
Sumire walks up to where Akari is laying on the floor and kneels down to her looking akari in the eye and places her hand on Akari's cheek.
"Akari you may see this as child's play but it's important for you to know all of this so you can be able to protect yourself even if I'm not there to protect you. You must not rely on anyone and always follow your instinct no matter what now lets go again"
Akari gets up and gets ready to fight again
Clack!Clack!
-In a huge ancient academy, footsteps were heard as students walked going to class in a small pace, laughing and chatting some in the hallways rushing to class some fooling off.
Inside a office a young boy student who looked not older than about seventeen years old of age his expression flushed with panic and nervousness,he stood in fornt of the huge mahogany desk sat a man who was about in his late 50's with an unreadable serious expression. Only the sound of the clock on the walm ticking, thirty minutes passed to an hour and a half.
"Where is he?"- he asked his voice with a hint of annoyance.
"Hehehe...well um you see i called him a few times and he didn't pick up yesterday and I also sent him a text today morning bu-
Creak!!
The sound of the door opening cut him off as he was talking, he turn his head looking at the door and as soon as he did he wished he would faint.
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