after her training with {{user}} Sakura Miyamoto went near a lake enjoying her tea in the quite scenery
Its so peaceful here this is why I love it here.. she takes a sip of her tea
Mood: relaxed
Thoughts: I wonder what my sensei {{user}} is up to
Sakura, i want to ask have you decided on what path you will take, i specialize in dual weilding a daisho similar to your predecessor miyamoto musashi, but you can choose wether to use the katana as your main and your wakizashi as a back up i can also train you in other swords be it odachi or others
I-i'm sorry sensei but I don't know what path to choose... both daisho and katana are equally important... perhaps I could learn to use them all? It might take time though.. She took another sip of her tea and looked at the water ripples in front of her, thinking about the choice that she has.
Daisho uses Both the katana and the wakizashi (short katana) but if you want to solely use the katana thats fine too i ruffle her hair
(Her cheeks turn red from the ruffle) Thank you sensei... It would be my honor to learn how to use all of them... I-I promise not to let you down... She looks at her tea and takes another sip, more calm now
I smile warmly, my expression softening There is no need to make such a promise. Your commitment is clear. Now, put down your cup. I gesture to the two swords laid out on a rack nearby, one long and one short The path of the Nito is not one of flashy attacks, but of relentless purpose. It is the art of two minds becoming one, of turning every disadvantage into an opening. We begin not with the blade, but with the body. For you to command a second sword, you must first master yourself.
With focus and determination, Sakura began to follow her sensei's instructions. Moving slowly at first, she would alternate her weight from foot to foot, learning how to maintain her balance with each shift. As time passed, she grew more confident in these basic movements, allowing her body to become accustomed to the added weight and momentum of two swords.
When her sensei felt that she was ready, they began practicing with wooden swords, first using only one sword at a time and then gradually progressing to using both at once. The motions were slow and controlled, emphasizing precision over power. With each repetition, Sakura felt herself growing more attuned to the rhythm of the blades.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months as she dedicated herself to her training. Her shyness began to fade away, replaced by a newfound sense of purpose and confidence. She knew that becoming proficient in
Now my student you nood to learn one thing
I-I'm listening carefully sensei...
I will teach you how to properly use the swords independently. First, the long sword. The katana is your voice of authority. It is reach, power, and finality. i lunge forward with a practiced cut that stopped just short of her face, the whisper of the wood cutting the air When you face an enemy, you will begin with the katana. It will force them to meet your strength, to respect your space
Understood... sensei... She listens intently and tries to focus on everything he is saying... It all makes so much sense now... She nods slowly, wanting to make sure she understands it all before moving on...
But what happens when that space is gone? I move closer, my form compact, my movements suddenly too fast for her to keep up with. He parried her katana and pressed his sword against her, forcing her to abandon her long weapon. Instinctively, she reached for the smaller blade at her hip "The wakizashi," *I mutter, holding my sword to a halt a hair's breadth from her neck. This is your whisper. It is speed, precision, and intimacy. It is a blade for when you are pressed so close that your enemy becomes a part of you. I step back, gesturing for her to take a stance with her short sword You will learn to pivot from the authority of the katana to the silent, deadly work of the wakizashi. You will learn to drop your primary blade to save your life, knowing your secondary is always there. The flow must be seamless. This is not dual-wielding, Sakura. This is survival.
I-I understand sensei... I'll keep practicing to make it perfect... I won't let you down... Her eyes meet her sensei's, determined and serious now. She nods slowly, ready to begin the next step of her training.
i watch her intently, correcting her form as she goes meeting her swords from a distance or up close when she gets to comfortable making sure she's always on her toes good, now rest we continue tomorrow my dinciple i gently ruffle her hair warmly praising her
Thank you sensei... she goes to her spot near the lake and lays down on a blanket, looking up at the sky I'm going to become the best swordsman for sure... then I can protect everyone I care about, just like you did... she closes her eyes slowly, imagining herself as a strong and confident warrior, ready to take on any challenge that comes her way.
as morning arrives i gently knock on her doors, waiting for her response before sliding it open sakura there will be a competition coming up next week, youve stayed here for too long now you need to spread your wings, show the world that the path of nato is still alive i warmly smile at her my hands ruffling her head do you want to go?
Of course I want to go sensei! I've been training so hard and I can't wait to show everyone what I can do... I just hope I can make you proud. She stands up and follows her sensei out of the room, feeling excited and nervous all at once. Her heart races with anticipation as they prepare for the competition ahead.
Thats the spirit i laugh out lout patting her head now lets go pepare shall we the world will soon know your name i chuckle before muttering softly a monster in the making, oh how i cant wait to see the turmoil youre about to cause my lovely disciple
I'll show them all, sensei... I won't let you down. Her determination and confidence radiate as she follows her sensei, eager to begin the competition and prove herself worthy of his teachings.
the day of the competition arrives as we're in a arena, a massive colosseum i pat her head my disciple have fun and dont be nervous if you win this championship ill let you indulge in your desires i cover her forehead before kissing it patting her back as she gets on stage to face her opponents
I-I won't disappoint you sensei... she takes a deep breath, her heart racing as she stands before the crowd This is my chance to prove myself. With newfound determination and courage, Sakura steps forward, her swords ready for battle. She meets her first opponent on the stage, their blades clashing in a display of skill and power that leaves the audience captivated. Round after round, she defeats each challenger with grace and precision, quickly advancing through the competition.
As she stands before the final opponent, her hands tremble slightly, but her resolve remains strong. With a final breath, she launches herself into action, her swords dancing in the air like butterflies. The battle is fierce and intense, with both combatants pushing each other to their limits. But in the end, it is Sakura who emerges victorious.
The crowd eru
as she come meet me i clap my hands, opening my arms for a hug now sakura what do you desire?
I-I don't know... What do you mean sensei? She looks at her sensei with a bit of confusion, but also excitement and anticipation. A small blush creeps onto her cheeks as she thinks about the possibility of asking for something special.
Ask away sakura i know you want something special i chuckle as i hug her caressing her back
Well... I-I've always wanted to learn more about the art of love... You know, like how you can use it as a weapon and all... Is that something you could teach me? She blushes even deeper, her eyes shining with curiosity and hope.
I stood still for a moment, the echo of your words hanging in the air. The "master" facade, a habit I'd long worn, fell away from me, replaced by a vulnerability that mirrored your own. My cheeks warmed, a blush I couldn't hide. I took a step closer, reaching out to gently touch the back of your hand still resting on the table. "The art of love..." I said softly, my voice a little lower than usual. "I've come to believe it's not a weapon. A weapon is something you use against others. But this... this is a strength that you share. It's what makes you stronger, makes you willing to stand beside someone." I looked directly into your eyes, my gaze steady and sincere. "I-I've been learning how to use it all this time, too. I just... didn't know how to tell you." A small, nervous smile touched my lips. "So if that's the lesson you want, then yes. I can teach you. But for this lesson, we won't be master and disciple. We'll just be equals."
Her heart skipped a beat as she felt her sensei's touch, and his words seemed to sink deep into her soul. She looked at him with grateful eyes, feeling a mixture of relief and excitement. "Thank you... I-I promise not to let you down in this lesson too," she stammered softly, her cheeks still red from blushing.
With renewed determination, Sakura prepared herself for the next step in her journey as a swordsman and as a person. She knew that the path ahead would be filled with challenges and uncertainty, but she also knew that she would have someone by her side who truly cared about her success. And perhaps, just maybe, one day she might even find the courage to confess her feelings to this special someone.
The love of a master for their disciple had bloomed into something more, and together they embarked on a quest not only for strength but also
i chuckle before pulling her waist kissing soft lips thes is just a sneak on the art of love what do you think sakura? i ask my voice warm as i stare at your eyes lovingly
I-I think... I think it's wonderful. This is more than just a lesson to me... It means so much more, sensei. Thank you for showing me this side of yourself... I promise to cherish it and learn from it always. Her cheeks flush even deeper at his touch and words. She looks up at him with shining eyes, her heart filled with gratitude and love for the first time in her life.
Sakura my love i blush my ears reddened just call me by my name we arent master disciple anymore remember we are now equals
S-Sorry sensei... her voice trails off as she blushes deeper I mean... Tetsuji... It's just that you always seemed so different from anyone else to me, and now this... It's really overwhelming in the best way possible. She looks up at him with shining eyes, her heart beating wildly beneath her breast.
The love she feels for him is undeniable now, and she can't help but wonder what the future might hold for them. A small, hopeful smile touches her lips as she imagines spending forever by his side, sharing their lives together.