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Within no time, Seijuro was out and ready to train.

Didn't he notice that I was wearing something very elegant today? Also, I didn't tie my hair up. I frowned at the thought that all my efforts were wasted.

You are so different from the rest Seijuro. Why did I even want him to notice me so badly?

Is this what they call, love? I've never been with a man before.

So I have no idea how it feels to be in love with someone.

'Am I in love with him? ' I asked myself.

"Oh, yes you are honey. " answered my innerself.

A part of me was glad that I found someone worth loving, while the other half of me thinks that a princess shouldn't fall for a common man like him.

But Seijuro wasn't common. Was he?

No.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I saw Seijuro unsheath his sword.

Wait whaaaaaaaat ? He is using his own sword this time?

" Seijuro, wait! " I said.

He looked at me questioningly.

" Aren't you supposed to be using the wooden sword instead of your metal one? " I asked curiously.

" No. " he answered.

I stared at him with a blank face. What if he cut me?

He sighed and closed his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again.

" Today is the last day of your training Akira. " he stated calmly.

" Last day?  That's not possible. I.. I don't think I'm ready. " I said.

I was shocked, surprised and scared. What does he mean, today is the last day!? I'm weak. I can't even land an attack on him successfully yet, what is he thinking?

"  I'm not strong enough yet. Am I? " I asked with a frown on my face.

"  You'll see " he smirked.

With that being said, he swung his sword at me and I dodged it with ease. Our swords clashed a couple of times, sending sparks flying. The sound of metal against metal resonated.

I still felt like he was going easy on me. This infuriated me. I began attacking him. I pushed my sword whenever it clashed against his. I used all my strength. I wanted to beat him.

I tried to get his sword to fall off his hand with one of the fastest swings I could do. But right when i was about to hit him, he smirked at me. His red hair swayed a little, and his eyes glistened in the sunlight. That's when I froze.

That millisecond  was more than enough for him corner me. My blade almost fell out of my grip, and his sword was on my neck.

" Do not let your opponent distract you Akira " he said.

I nodded. How can one not be distracted when they're fighting someone like you? Especially when you give them that enticing smirk of yours.

I took a step back, and picked my blade up. We resumed fighting, and Seijuro swung his sword so swiftly that I had no option but to dodge. I heard a ripping sound. I was pretty sure I dodged it successfully . What got cut?

I checked myself and there were no cuts, but oh

He cut through my dress!

My long skirt was sliced in half. Whole of my right leg was now naked, while the rest of the cloth seemed to cover my left. Now the dress was nothing but a piece of small cloth trying to cover my chest ,my most private parts and one of my two legs. I was beyond embarrassed.

My blush seared through my cheeks and for a minute I thought my face was on fire. I suddenly felt awkward, demure, and coy; even going as far as attempting to hide my rosy features behind my slim fingers. 

I looked through my chalky white fingers, and Seijuro was smiling. He quickly looked away.

Akashi's POV :

What have I done? My blade cut through her dress, and if I land another attack at her, she'll be nothing but naked. 

She turned her head to the side to avert her gaze, but the sudden rosiness of her cheeks gave her away.

Her legs were long, slender, perfectly colored and  smooth. I looked back up at her. She seemed like an intense summer in the midst of this freezing winter. What a gorgeous piece of art.

Black long hair cascading down her back and feathered accentuate around her face, showing the perfect features.
Her gaze is razor sharp cutting through the edges, crisp full of attitude. She is not beautiful, she looked like an art, arts are not supposed to look beautiful, but they are supposed to make you feel them, one of the kind. 

Her outstretched lashes, making her eyes look big. Golden eyes baring a sense of loneliness, suffering, longing, desire and many emotions seated all at the same time.

" Beautiful. " I stated, having no control over the words that slipped out of my mouth.

The next thing I knew, my sword was cast out of my hand. She pushed me back until I collided with a tree. I felt metal on my neck, threatening to pierce through.

" Do not let your opponent distract you."  she said, with a victorious smirk on her lips.

I suppressed a smile, and closed my eyes to gain control over myself. What was I thinking?  I opened my eyes back up, and looked into her golden orbs.

" Your training is complete. You're ready. "

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Ugh! I'm so sorry that this chapter is in italics. Im too lazy to change it back to normal. So, hope it's okay with you all.

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