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Day Five - How to break someone's arm, a lesson by Riki Kamiko

Character(s) used: Moriko Aoi, Riki Kamiko

AU: Original

Also, this is the past, so both Moriko and Riki are around 222,210 years younger. And also, keep in mind that Moriko is 12 years old lmfao

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Moriko groaned, slumping on the grass in exhaustion. She splayed her limbs, lying there,  unmoving. Her throat was drier than Riki's humor, and every single one of her limbs were sore from countless bruises. A fresh sword cut was on one of her arms, leaking wine colored aura that could almost pass as human blood.

She certainly did not look like the depictions of young goddesses from the mythology books of humans. The very opposite, actually. She was supposed to look elegant, divine, and terrifying. She was not supposed to look she was dying.

You'd think she'd get used to this after two years.

Meanwhile, Riki leaned against a tree, exhaustion also clear on his features, though not as prominent as Moriko's. He stared at her unmoving body, amused.

She lifted her head to stare at him, as if aware that he was staring at her. She looked at him in the eyes for about five seconds before letting her head drop again with a dull thump.

He snorted. "Come on, Mori. Get your ass back up. We're not done yet."

"No." She said flatly.

"I'm not letting you go home until you manage to successfully disarm me with your sword." Riki said firmly, using his 'No argument' voice.

"But I hate using swords!" She protested. "I suck at it!"

"Get over it. There isn't always going to be a bow or a dagger, or even an axe." He said patiently. "You have to get used to being able to use every weapon well, just so you're at least prepared for anything."

"But that's boring! Every other weapon is boring and hard to use. I'm not the Goddess of Weapons, I can leave that to Tsurugi." She grumbled. "I absolutely refuse to use a sword. Swords are my enemy, and literally should not be used. Like, ever."

"What are you gonna do if you're stuck in the middle of a war and they don't have any weapons you like to use?" He asked skeptically.

"Riki," Moriko began patiently, as if she was the one explaining basic common sense to him. "We're not humans. There's a low chance we'll ever run out of weapons. Besides, the Gods of Forging won't ever let that happen."

"It's not completely impossible," He said, glaring at her. "Besides, six hundred thousand years ago, that actually happened in a war against Vroheria."

"Yeah, but like-"

"Now, answer my question." He interrupted. "What will you do if there's a war or battle going on and they only have swords and nothing else?"

Moriko wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"I'll fistfight the other gods," She said defiantly. "I don't need a sword to beat their asses. That's what Kira did, and she became a general."

"Okay, one, you don't have the skill level as she does. Besides, she mastered all weapons."

"I'm the Goddess of Power!" Moriko said pointedly. "Meaning, I'm literally like, the strongest goddess ever."

He snorted. "Yeah, sure."

He could already list at least three other god titles that are better than the Goddess of Power. His own title as the God of Elements included. "Yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night."

She glared at him. Moriko flopped over onto her stomach, groaning dramatically as she did so.

"Mori, come on." He said. "If you manage to disarm me, I'll tell your parents that you're the strongest young goddess I've ever met."

She lifted her head, as if considering it. After about ten seconds, she put it down again. "No."

Ten minutes later, she's still lying on the grass, and Riki's still trying to convince her to get up and try again, using various methods of negotiation and bribing. 

He even went as far as to let Moriko meet Hitomu, which she considered for a full minute, before refusing. He was pretty sure she was doing that just to piss him off. She would never pass up an opportunity to meet her favorite Kamiko brother. (He hoped it would be a lie, since that was just downright offending. He was pretty sure it was only to annoy him, though)

At last, he thought of something. "I'll teach you how to break someone's arm." He offered.

Moriko flopped over again, giving him a skeptical look. "Isn't that... A bit too violent?" She asked. "Like, why would I ever need to do that??"

He raised her eyebrows. "In self defense." He said.

Moriko still stared at him with the same look. He watched her expression change into that of realization, uncertainty, and then curiosity, and then to excitement.

"Alright!" Moriko chirped, standing back up again, previous traces of exhaustion and annoyance completely gone. He couldn't believe this girl.

She would refuse to meet Hitomu, but she jumps at the opportunity to break someone's arm? What the fuck? He thought.

This might've been a bad idea.

"Alright, how do I do it?"

He sighed again, probably for the sixteenth time today.

He ended up demonstrating it at least twenty times before Moriko decided to try it. She had been watching his movements intently (Certainly not the same focus when he showed her how to disarm his sword).

The first time she tried it, she did it successfully on a training dummy.

Praising her might've been a bad idea, since it seemed like he was adding fuel to the fire.

He watched her try it a few more, most of them successful. She was probably the most determined he'd ever seen her before.

Apparently, she decided that practicing on dummies was getting boring, so she tried to break his arm.

"What are you doing?" He yelped, pushing her off.

"Trying it on an actual person," She explained as if it was a perfectly normal thing to do.

"Alright, I think that's enough for today," He said, frowning. "You can head back home now."

"Whyyyy?" She whined. "I need to practice more!"

"No. No more practicing." He said firmly. "Get outta here."

Moriko paused, as if considering his words.

"Can I try it on the guards, then?"

He definitely regretted offering to teach her now.

(1000 words)