12 Chapter 10 Two Years Later... (1/2)

*Ting!* *Ting!*

The sounds of swords clashing rang throughout the Mikazuchi household. With each swing of their blades the a gust of wind and a cracking earth echoed after. The speed at which the two figures clashed was faster than the aftereffects of the battle.

One, a beautiful silvery-white haired woman with an amazing figure, adorned in a red and blue hakama with four swords on her body. She was constantly smiling and her multi-colored eyes shone and left streaks through the air. Her lightly flustered, pale skin shone and her cheeks possessed a healthy shine to them adding to her exotic beauty. She had all the markings of a traditional Japanese beauty, minus the hair color.

The other, a tall, black haired young man whose height exceeded the woman's who only had two swords at his waist, both on the left side. He had pretty features however they seemed to be disappearing and a more masculine handsomeness seemed to be coming through. His clothes couldn't hide the toned muscles beneath them. He had a grin on his face and it seemed to grow every time he blocked or tried to land a hit on the woman.

”Shi-chan! That's number 41! 41 attempts at 'trying to kill me' that have failed!”.

”Takemi! Shut up! You're lucky I'm holding back! Otherwise-!”.

The woman leaped up into the air and using the entirety of her B Rank Strength, swung her swords at the man beneath her causing a whistling sound to ring out.

The exact moment that Musashi tried to bring down her sword on Takemi, he muttered something and disappeared. Instantly turning around Saber tried to block the strike however a small graze cut through her hakama causing her to fall to the ground sighing.

”You cheated! You and you're stupid Skills! It's not my fault my Saint Graph is fixed and I can hardly improve!”.

Takemi, who had sheathed his swords came to Musashi's side and scooped her up in his arms nestling his face in her neck.

”Is my little Shi-chan upset? Do you want me make you feel better?”.

Musashi turned her head, her ears reddened at the sudden closeness.

The Master wryly smiled and thought back to the deal they made just under two years ago. The same one that banned sex until his 'little sword' became a 'holy sword'. And boy was it a holy sword! Nearly two years later although they had made a that deal, they pretty much did everything else and didn't hold themselves back.

Musashi has a B Rank Endurance after all. Takemi had to work hard in order to get up to that level.

”Takemi~ I'm hungry! Make me food and carry me!”. When her Master became taller than her, she pouted for a long time but got over it when when he picked her up like a princess. It was one of the few things that would always lighten her mood... other than delicious food of course.

”Okay, okay...”, said Takemi while thinking, 'Aren't I supposed to be the Master here?'

The two made their way to the kitchen and both noted the calendar on the fridge that had been marked two years ago. It was the testing day for First National High. The cornerstone of magic education in the entire country.

”It's tomorrow right? You've got everything ready?”.

”Yep. I'm 100% sure that I can do it. My current Magecraft is rather limited to support techniques rather than actual combat spells. I think besides-”.

”Boring! Aren't you wondering what I am going to do while you're away? I'm not going to be staying at home all day moping around?”.

This did peak Takemi's interest. The Saber Servant seemed to get a job somewhere last year without telling him. It seemed oji-chan helped her with most of it however she kept it a secret from Takemi and was lording over him with this.

”I am definitely interested. I don't suppose you'll tell me?”.

”Nope, you'll find out in a couple weeks!”, she said with a smile.

After having dinner the two of them washed up and went to bed. Something that they did in the same one now that their relationship wasn't just emotional.

”I can't wait for you to wipe the floor with them Takemi! You'll be like bang! and then whoosh! and then kablam! and then-”.

”That's enough Musashi. It's time for bed”.

They had purchased a large western bed, larger than anything both Takemi and Musashi had ever seen before and knocked down a wall to extend the space of their bedroom.

Musashi smiled as Takemi pulled up the covers and she rested her head on his pillow with a smile. Her Master shook his head and placed his head down beside hers only a few inches apart from each other.

Takemi knew that this relationship may not be the same starting soon and came clean to Musashi early on.

”Musashi, if I were to have another girlfriend other than you, what would you think of that?”.

Her answer was simple, yet unbelievably shocking to the young man,

”I'm the first wife! I take priority over all the other wives! I get the most attention from Takemi! Anything else?”.

It appears that she still thought that having more than one wife was common in this time period, because some Magic Families still practices polygamy in order to produce the best quality Magician for future generations.

He explained to her that it wasn't the case, but didn't change her answer.

At least she wouldn't get mad when he pursued Erika and Angelina, both of which he had grown rather close to whenever they met up. Angelina in particular seemed to be very happy whenever she returned from the USNA.

Erika on the other hand seemed to see him as more as a rival in the sword than anything else. Although after one spar last summer, she had started to see him as more than a man.

”Take this!”.

”And that!”.

”And how about... this!”.

A flurry of strikes aimed all at his vitals was dodged by Takemi and spun around slapping Erika's sword away.

”Are you done Chiba-san?”.

”It's Erika! Say it!”.

”Only if you win”.

Sparked by the smirk and desire to kick Takemi's face in she picked up her practice sword and eyed him forcing Takemi to take the offensive. He charged, leading with his smaller wakizashi for an overhead slash.

Erika evaded the attempted and swung horizontally at his sternum, which was blocked by the katana in his right hand.

She inwardly grinned and let of go the blade, before catching it in a reverse grip and slicing upwards to get Takemi in the chin.