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>ask him of his interests
“O- oh! Uhm. Well…”
“Gal myself like to do singlestick during weekends. I usually hang at monastery libraries and read their tales if it is too hot or rainy outside.” His voice begins to clear up as he gives his answer, the which, I do have familiarity with.
“I see. Is that the reason you chose a broadsword to carry?” I nod and give him a brief glance.
“Well- for the majority I played singlestick as exercise; with my sister and the other kids at the temple grounds when I was younger; I only studied in earnest a couple years back, from the dussack section of the Knightly and Noble Art treatise. As for the sword itself, it was mainly a gift - from my parents - in celebration of my eighteenth birthday.” He returns the glance briefly before wandering off, in recollection of his past.
“Ah. I believe I do know of it. Authored by a Freefencer and published in summer of ‘13?” My words produce a faint gasp out of him and refixes his gaze.
“Ye- yes! But I could only find the republished edition of ‘53. You- ha- you study it too?” Breathily and shakily, he responds, as if a dog looking back at its owner. Mhm. It is rather cute. In a way.
“I have a passing interest in it. I first got into it roughly.. fifteen years ago, I believe, and mainly because a colleague of mine, a stage-fight coordinator, was a fencing instructor before he joined the company.” A semblance of a smile appears on my lips as I speak. Reminiscence leaves a bittersweet tinge.
“Wow. That’s nice~~” I give a light chuckle. Indeed it was. (Even if I hadn’t known at the time.)
“Ah.. right, it was the constraining cut, wasn’t it, you did?” He nods. “The only one I had belief in -- i never really grasped theentiretyofthecuts.” Kommgal’s voice returns to a shyly murmur for the moment.
“Well.”
“You survived the affray with it - that ought to mean something.” I know that look all too well; the dwelling on the which that did not take place, and try to console him. “And on that matter, which ones do you have difficulty with? I might be of help.”
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“- wow. I never knew you could launch so many strikes from that grip.”
The talk was riveting, so much so we nearly passed by the rented building - quite an accomplishment, considering how wide the frontage was; had the owner not been a grocer, we might have wandered about like ghosts!
I give my utmost thanks to him and his family for the bearberry pie before sliding the doors—
“Uhm- Miss Neeranara?”
“I- It was really fun talking with you. You- you are cool. I would like to see you again.” Glancing back, I see the boy with his hands behind him, shaky in both speech and body, but possessing a certain earnestness in his gaze.
Is this kid-
This.. might be a difficulty.
