Demons of Death- Hunted

Chapter 12- Demonstration of Skill

The odds were godsent, because the other dudes in the group had been talking the entire time. Fusaaki had listened to them enough to know some of their allies had perished in Oblivion District. "Shiro Aisaka", he replied to the question without hesitation.
Silence.
The woman who asked him looked at him and then sighed. "...then I got some bad news for you. Aisaka is dead. He died just a few hours ago... He was dispatched to Oblivion District to dispose of demons which we lured there, without avail. They were assaulted, as far as I know.",
"..." He pretended to be genuiney shocked. "Oh. He told me he'd be going there... I hoped he would return. That's... unfortunate.",
"There are demons living like humans in houses. One of our agents managed to figure out their identity and get them to a desolated place, but... apparently, these demons had backup there.",
"What did they look like?" he asked. "So I can kill them up straight when I see them, like they did with Aisaka...",
"One of them was white-haired. A pretty girl, hair reaching her lower back. Attends Starfell Academy. The other one is blonde. Hair braided over the shoulder.",
"...!" He recognized them only by description. They had tried to trap Yuki and Hiko! But who were these mystery demons that came to aid them? Were there more Raucos out there? Or... could it be... He had overheard Assaku stating that Black Asylum's HQ was near where the hunters were the other day. Did they intervene?
"Pretty recognizable girls", the woman continued. "Demons always appear extraordinarily pretty or handsome. Like elves, almost. But don't let their beautiful faces fool you. Turn your backs to them in one moment of inattentiveness and you'll have a dagger stuck inside it.",
"... I know that already." He managed to make his voice sound hoarse. "That's one of the first things Aisaka relayed to me...",
"You mustn't be rash in your decisions", the woman remarked sharply. "Because when you encounter these demons and instantly draw your sword without thinking, you will only end up hurt or dead. I think we should put you on restraint with that emotionality of yours.",
"That's not your decision, Jennifer", Jack interrupted her. "It's only up to our boss what he'll do with him.",
"... Sure, sure." She nodded and then walked away. "You arrange the meeting then."
Jack nodded and looked at Fusaaki. "Please. Come with me." Fusaaki nodded and followed him. Their steps echoed through the empty hall. "Man, since that Angel opened the demon hunt, everything's just hella chaotic.",
"Angel?" Fusaaki asked.
"Yes. You don't know that?",
"I wasn't here the last few days before Aisaka died.",
"I see. Yeah, there was that angel that came here... Telling us it's time to go for the hunt and kill as many demons as we can. She had that pretty auburn hair and a voice as sweet as sugar. Her wings were glowing and she came through a gate of light.",
"Very conspicuous how well you remember her looks.",
"She was very pretty, you know. You don't lay eyes on someone like that so often.",
"To me, it sounds like you're hopelessly simping for her.",
"WHAT?",
"Just saying." He shrugged it off. "It appeared to me as tho you were rhapsodizing about her.",
"Haha... Ha... Yeah, well... Maybe... I would like to have a woman like that in my life. I'm not married, you know."
Do I look like I care? Fusaaki really had to bite back that comment. But he really didn't care about this man's romantic life or type of women. The thing with the angel was alarming.

They arrived at an office and Jack knocked.
"Yes?"
They entered.
"Clarke." Jack indicated a polite bow towards the man behind the table. "I'm here with Aisaka's intern."
The man, obviously named Clarke, scrutinized Fusaaki. "Intern, huh... Well, Aisaka's dead.",
"Yes, I am aware... What are we gonna do with him?"
Clarke crossed his arms and leaned back. "...How old are you?",
"Seventeen", Fusaaki answered.
"No battlefield experience, I suppose.",
Plenty actually, but whatever. He didn't say it out loud.
"Well, we need every man we can get. But first, I wanna see how good your combat skills are or if you need more tutoring. Also, you need to be reassigned to somebody else when your first mentor had perished.",
"I could take him over", Jack offered. Clarke nodded. "Fine. Voluntary basis is always best, I suppose." He got up. "Mind if I test you right away? Because we are at a very important point in mission right now... We have no space for inexperienced interns.",
"Sure." Fusaaki nodded. Clarke took him to a big hall and drew a his sword. Fusaaki did the same. His thin katana seemed fragile against that man's huge sword. But size wasn't everything, Fusaaki knew that. The bigger the sword the less practical in battle it would be. His katana was light and so less of a chore to wield.
"You may start." Clarke said. Fusaaki nodded and went into fighting stance. He closed his dark blue eyes for a moment to gather himself before charging at him. He started with an upwards strike from left side, which Clarke managed to block. He pushed Fusaaki back, whirled around to get some sway into his movement and aimed at his feet. Fusaaki jumped over the blade of his sword and rolled away, getting back on his feet swiftly. Clarke attacked again but Fusaaki used his free arm to push away his sword, then turned around to aim an elbow thrust with his sword arm at his sternum. Clarke seemingly didn't expect that. Fusaaki kicked his shin bone and forced him to back off. The man however wouldn't let that deter him and charged right at him again. Fusaaki blocked every single one of his blows and returned some sword thrusts directed at his chest, but Clarke dodged. He locked blades with Fusaaki again, but Fusaaki then grazed his sword over the blade of his opponent's, which forced him to back away once more. Fusaaki pursued him, diving away under another strike of his foe's sword, ramming his knee into his stomach, then turning around to push down his sword arm before he smashed his elbow against his forehead. Clarke staggered back but before he could regain his halt, Fusaaki disarmed him with his sword and directed a kick into his ribs which forced him off his feet. Seconds later, the blade of Fusaaki's sword was pointing at his neck. "..." Clarke looked up at him and smiled. "Wow. You are... pretty talented, actually."
Fusaaki kept his sword in place. One strike and this guy would be mere history... He could kill him right here and there. But that probably wouldn't be a wise decision, as at least 5 people had gathered here to watch the spectacle... plus he would have to face down the entire group, which he would definitely not survive. "...The size of the sword does not matter", he said. "It matters only the skill with which said sword is wielded." He put it back into its sheath. Clarke got up and collected his sword before putting it away as well. "I had low expectations, which is why I thought I'd go easy on you. I however did not expect you'd be able to overpower me like that. Where did you learn that?",
"A sword combat school in Swiftwood", he replied truthfully. "I trained a lot.",
"That was incredible to watch." Jack praised him. "You have skill, young man."
Fusaaki looked at him. Clarke agreed. "He swung that sword as if with the intention to kill. Cold-blooded like a snake.",
"That so?" Fusaaki asked. Clarke nodded. "He can be of use for us. He's not just an intern. He's an active fighter." Then, he beat Fusaaki's shoulder. "You are a part of our team now. Not just some intern that needs parenting. Jack will still be your mentor, however, you will be taking part in missions."
Fusaaki nodded. Perfect chance to win trust in this location. "I will not stay here, however." He said. "When you need me, just contact me at home.",
"Where do you live?",
"Rosemary Lane 23", he answered and then turned around. "I will leave for the day if that's okay.",
"Sure."
Fusaaki nodded and left.