SWHH–
CRACK!
Too easy.
As the boy swiftly stepped to the side, his boots marked the mud as his cape billowed in the wind.
"What?!" The man's mouth gaped open, his wrinkled smoothing out as he froze.
The boy held his sword in the air and lunged towards the man.
VVWISH!!
Isan's eyes snapped shut as a single bead of sweat traced down a path down the side of his face.
The blade's cold steel held in suspension close to Isan's cheek. The sword feeling the shudder that ran through his body as his eyelids remained glued together.
"Now…Where is the Kumigara?" The boy's tone lowered.
"Y-You damn bastard!" Isan stuttered, he quickly jumped away from the sword. Not even looking at the boy----His eyes fixed straight at the ground as his face is riddled with sweat.
People gather around watching like moths to a flame, the children stared as if it was a puppet show.
"Oh oh... Are they fighting?" A child asked as she dug her nose.
"Ha..Haha…Ha…" Isan chuckled as he reeled his whip back to himself.
"...Its just dumb luck boy!" He tightened the whip.
"Oh yeah? Dumb luck just almost had your head cut clean off."
The boy's mouth stretched into a smirk.
Isan, his shuddering at that as he planted his feet into mud and rustled the whip in his hands.
"I'll soon teach you what disrespecting the one in command here means." He grit his teeth as stared at the boy only seeing red.
One in command…?
Does that mean...He's the Kumigara?
The boy wondered.
Isan flinged the top of the whip in the air as he gleened with his poor dental hygiene being more exposed.
Even though...
...He's still utterly irritating.
The boy thought as he readied his body.
The whip came rushing down towards the boy's head, the boy saw this and quickly put his sword out and held it horizontally to guard his head.
CRACK-CLANG!
The sword successfully blocked the attack as the whip recoils in the air.
…What can a mere whip even do to someone bearing the crest of the Ujochi clan, and especially to someone of myself.
The boy nods his head as he smirks.
"Hahahahaha." The boy immediately bursted into laughter at just the mere thought.
"Have you gone mad?" Isan said with a vein bulged on his forehead as his teeth clanked.
"Hahaha…No…No." The boy patted himself on the shoulder as he tried to recollect himself.
"Just thought of how you actually think that you could still win." His eyes piercing Isan as his mouth tried to retract itself.
"You..." Isan grunts as sweat begun to build under his arms.
Isan spat on the ground and raised his whip in the air again, while the wind blew the boy's golden hair.
"HRAAHHH!" He brandished he whip directly at the boy once more with a fierce intensity.
CRACK-CLANG!
Blocked again by the boy----a smirk enveloped his face.
"Huh…" Isan widened as more sweat builded up on his body.
The boy slowly walked towards Isan as his leg quivered so fast that only dogs could see.
"T-This…This!" He tightly held the grip of the whip as his teeth grinded against each other.
"Who the hell do you think you are kid?!" He reeled it back in, raised it in the air one more time and flew into a mad frenzy.
CRACK-CLANG!
CRACK-CLANG!
CRACK-CLANG!
CRACK-CLANG!
Pitiful.
The boy stepped forward.
*Huff* *Huff* *Huff*
Isan's body fully soaked, his back slouched and his arms lowered.
"No…Noo!" Isan's head rised back up with his teeth closely shut. The boy with his eyelids lowered as he looked at Isan with pity.
He should give up…
This is just embarrassing---For me!
Isan swayed left to right, nearly loosed his balance as he grunted and cleaned the saliva off his lower lip.
How could he dodge all that?
No one has ever blocked my whip----not much disgraced it like this!
He will pay for this!
Isan swung the whip again----but this time towards the side instead of head on.
Now, let's see how he'll do against this!
I'm going to wipe that irritating smirk off his face!
The boy looking at the whip head on
Come on...Really?
Instead of blocking the whip, the boy----
SWISH-SNAP!
---The end of chapter 10---