21-let's go super (samurai)

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"Strength!" Brooke activated the symbol, squeezing her eyes shut as she tensed, bracing herself for the symbol's self-destruction. It didn't happen, and she cracked open a grey-gold eye.

の, strength, just floated in the air in silver. Brooke relaxed the tension in her body and lowered her samuraizer, quirking a brow at the symbol. She slowly walked over to it, and soon, it disappeared in a flash of silver, instead of it just fizzling out. That caused Brooke to let out a quiet cheer, a happy smile growing on her face. Two out of the three mastered. The last symbol was despair- which was the most worrying one, but Brooke pushed that aside. A new sense of pride filled her, and her first reaction was to find Jayden.

Which is what she did, actually. Brooke picked up the archive and strolled out of the room. After making a quick pit-stop to her room and throwing her archive and samuraizer on her bed, she went hunting down Jayden. He had gotten a haircut- and Brooke maybe had a slight crisis over it, because he did look cute with shorter hair. Amaris had instantly teased her for it, and Brooke just kept those thoughts to herself. What she felt for Jayden was strange, for lack of a better term. She had crushes on people before- and had dated people before, but with him, it was different. Not that Brooke really minded, it was a good feeling, even if she didn't really know what it was. She just accepted the feelings and didn't act on them, and she also noticed that Mia and Emily were asking her for her opinion on him more. And she knew the underlying question, but Brooke just deflected it. Her feelings were much better stuffed down, especially slight romantic feelings for her leader.

She found Jayden training in the outdoor dojo, which wasn't surprising. He didn't seem to notice her, lost in his own little world, and it caused Brooke to grin. Making sure his back was turned towards her, she quickly made her way over to the rack of training swords. She pulled one out of the rack, Brooke's footsteps silent as she walked closer to Jayden, her grin growing wider.

Once she got close enough, Brooke jumped up, raising the training sword over her head. "Surprise!" She yelled, performing a downwards strike.

Jayden instantly spun on his heel, making a quiet noise of surprise as he barely blocked Brooke's strike. That's when the unspoken sparring match began, the sounds of the training swords whacking against each other filling the outdoor dojo. As he blocked another one of Brooke's swings, Jayden realized how much he missed this. Having his usual sparring partner back, and her having a mix between a grin and a happy smile on her face. It was nice.

Brooke ducked under Jayden's swing, the silver ranger kicking the red in the chest lightly. She instantly ran up and went to perform the finishing blow, but he regained his composure quickly. He blocked Brooke's swing, her eyes flashed as she pursed her lips.

Two can play at this game, Red, Brooke thought, her grin returning.

She performed a backwards handspring, landing a couple of feet away from Jayden. He wasted no time, moving to attack again, and Brooke let out a noise of surprise as he grabbed her wrist. He twisted her wrist just enough so that the training sword fell to the ground, but it wasn't painful. Jayden noticed the way Brooke's claws grew in subconsciously, but she instantly willed them away, throwing a punch that he dodged. Using his hold on her wrist as momentum, Jayden swung Brooke around so that her back was pressed against his chest, his training sword hovering in front of her throat.

Brooke didn't want to admit it- but she wasn't complaining that Jayden had her in this position. Something about it was attractive, and she shoved that thought aside as soon it formed. That was a wrong thought process to be having, and Brooke knew that, so she ignored the heat rising to her cheeks. "Christ," she thought to herself, eyes flashing. "I know you can read my thoughts, Amaris. Don't say a word." Brooke warned, and the white wolf's laughter rang through her head in response.

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