Yoruichi winced as the tip of the wakizashi knicked her shoulder. She
didn’t make any noise, or any sort of verbal protest to the pain–the
smallest wounds she’d recieved while face-to-face with a Hollow were far
worse than this. Even so, she heard the clang of the offending blade
falling to the ground, followed by the immediate apology of her sparring
partner.
“Oh, Yoruichi-sama–I’m so sorry!” Soi Fong fell prostrate to the
ground, lowering her face as close to the grass as it would get, just so
that she didn’t have to shame herself further by looking her lady in the
eye. “Please forgive me…I wasn’t paying attention and I–“
“Hey, what do you have to be sorry about?” The jovial tone of Yoruichi’s
voice made the young girl raise her eyes, hesitantly, to find that her
sempai was far from angry. In fact, she almost seemed happy. “…That’s
the first time you’ve been able to hit me, after all!” It took Soi a
moment to realize that, as always, Yoruichi was right. She wanted to
share in the princesses’ pride, but she couldn’t get her mind off what
had just happened.
“But…you’re bleeding…”
“Pfft. It’s only a scratch, it’ll heal itself,” Yoruichi said as she
wiped off the slowly trickling red liquid with her free hand. “Besides,
it’s my fault I didn’t move fast enough.” Soi almost didn’t give the
older woman’s casual statement a second thought until something occured
to her.
…Not fast enough? Since when?
Yoruichi had certainly been correct– in all the years she’d spent
training with the heir to the Shihouin clan, Soi had never once been
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