28 A Grueling Hellish Spartan Training (1/2)

After my talk with Herma, I head back to the marble courtyard, this also functioned as a sparring arena. It was also the place that I was to meet my brother for our swordplay training. He was pretty keen about teaching me to handle a sword.

I was sure that he was trying to help me figure out a class, and I even had a sneaky suspicion that he wanted me to try and get me to pick his class. However, I had a lot of time to decide just what class I wanted to choose.

Right now, the goal was to pick up some more basic skills and learn to handle a sword. There wasn't too much else that I could do at this moment.

Walking through the night garden, I pass a few servants along the way.

”Young Miss,” they say with a small bow and I give them a smile as I hurry along.

The garden was pretty silent in the morning, considering that there wasn't much to be seen. A lot of gardeners were out and about working on all the plants and making sure that they are healthy.

Nodding at them, I quickly arrive at the marble courtyard, and there are a few people standing around and talking. It seems like it wouldn't just be me and Clemente. All of my Brothers are present, minus Grail and Marigold were standing attached to Ambrose.

”Little Sis,” Clemente says, as he moves away from Ambrose and towards me. A look of annoyance rest on Ambrose's features as he stares at Clemente.

But my focus was solely on Salem. He was dressed simply in a pair of black pants and a white shirt. His face was impassive as always, and his emerald eyes are boring into mine. Downcasting my head, I look back at Clemente.

He was right in front of me and had a simple blue and white kimono on and his sword strapped to his hip. Without wasting a second, he grabs my hand and pulls me closer to everyone.

”I know, I said that I would teach you swordplay, but I'm sorry that we've got an audience,” he tells me with an annoyed glance at the rest of them.

I chuckle and tighten the grip on my sword. Salem's expression on his face sours even further and Ambrose looks like he wants to bludgeon Clemente upside the head. Marigold just smiling and holding Ambrose's arm.

She looks rather amused by everything that's happening.

”I don't mind in the least,” I tell him honestly.

”Great then, you came right on time, Clemente says as he releases my hand.

”You said that you'd teach me how to use my sword. How could I possibly be late, when Brother's took time out of his schedule to show me how to handle my sword,” I say with a grin.

He puffs out his chest at my words and looks at the rest of them with a smug expression. He was so easy to read, this brother of mine. Simple and straightforward like an eager arrow.

”I can't tell you how proud, I am to have a lil sis like you. I've been stuck with shitty younger brother for as long as I can remember,” he says wiping a fake tear from his eyes, as he fakes mock sadness.

”You've got it the wrong way around, we've been stuck with a blockhead older brother,” Ambrose comments as he walks towards me.

He pats my head and I smile choosing not to comment on either of their remarks.

”Stingy aren't you Ambrose, you shouldn't act like a petulant child its unbefitting of your age,” Clemente grumbles as he and Ambrose shoot daggers at each other.

Watching the two of them you could basically see the sparks flying between them. These two are seriously like oil and water, or cats and dogs. They simply just don't mix and are like polar opposites.

Directing my attention away from the two bickering brothers, I look at Salem. He was still looking at me and I was trying to figure out what was going on in the brain of his.

Just what in the world was he thinking about?

Seeing as just staring at him wasn't going to get him to talk, I look back towards Clemente.

”Brother! Teach me how to use my sword,” I say breaking the tension and the bickering between the two of them. Each of them snaps their head in my direction, and I give them a warm smile.

Clemente nodded his head and clears his throat.

”Yes, let's begin, that why we're here, to teach you how to use the sword that I gave you,” he says placing a lot emphasis as he shot a glance towards Ambrose.

Turning his nose up at Clemente jab, he and Marigold walk towards some chairs and table that had been set out with a few things on it. Salem also made his way over to the chairs.

”First draw your weapon,” he says pulling his own sword from its sheath.

Looking at the glistening sword it was obviously meticulously cared for. The blade hadn't dulled in the least, and I didn't see an ounce of rust anywhere on the sword. A great deal of bloodlust seemed to leak from the blade as I looked at it.

It was obvious that a great many foes had been slain by this weapon. It was almost like it was collecting all the souls, and trapping it inside of the blade, as enteral punishment.

'Yes, Sir,” I assented as I drew my own blade.

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