61 The Girl and the Sound of Rain (2/2)

Rose was satisfied with that.

But the other day, an envelope had reached her.

”Father is coming to this year's Festival of the God of War...”

The murmur falls unbidden from her sakura-colored lips. The king that scorns swordsmanship coming to watch the Festival of the God of War is unprecedented. Without doubt, he is coming to bring Rose back.

A certain rumor that has been flying around lately had caught Rose's attention.

That there has been a fiancé chosen for her.

The day Rose heard that rumor, she had sent a letter home asking for clarification, but no reply came back.

There is already someone in Rose's heart. That boy who possesses a beautiful, burning heart who would not hesitate to lay down even his life for her, that's the one that she had decided to be her lifelong partner.

Which is why she must, at all costs, get her father to acknowledge that at the Festival of the God of War.

Firstly, her sword.

Then, fingers crossed, him too...

Rose slaps her own cheeks.

”Let's focus.”

So saying, she discards her shirt that had gotten heavy from soaking up her sweat.

Her skin shines from the sweat. The sports bra purchased from Mitsugoshi Co. that is holding up her ample breasts is the only article of clothing she is wearing from the waist up.

Though her appearance is a bit immodest, Rose is the only person allowed access to this place, so there's no need to worry about it.

Rose brings up her practice sword, then recalls that memory.

The memory of the greatest sword swing that she had ever made in her life. That swing during the incident at school was undoubtedly the best one in her entire life so far.

The Festival of the God of War is soon. She has only a short amount of time to get that feeling back.

Rose's thin sword cuts through the air. Sweat dances. Beautiful honey-colored hair comes unbound.

Brushing away the hair in front of her face, Rose continues to swing her sword.

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The sound of rain continues reverberating the entire time.

That feeling... did not come back.