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"I have... fencing"
"I will be at.. the..." his entire mood turned sour in realization "basketball club"
"Then you'll be on guard now since he also have basketball at..." I checked my watch dramatically "exactly right now "
He scowled at me and bumped my shoulder as he take a U turn "I hate you"
I just smirked at him and tried to trip him but he swiftly jumped over it
After lunch and the lecturing event I just had from Lance I met Maurene once again on her dorm room that I'd be not so miraculously staying at from now on considering I happen to be the culprit behind that part and told her to call me if something bad happens
And now I'm on my way to the fencing club
Pushing the double doors I made my way inside and almost half of the students glance at me before continuing there warm ups
"Okay! Good afternoon class!" The deep rich fremch accent of our supposed coach in his early thirties greets and a series of 'good afternoon's' was heard from us "I'm Segniore Nicollo Bonzo and I'll be the one teaching you all in fencing"
"First things first!" He started pacing infront of our lined up form "change into your fencing uniforms, I assume that the newbies already have one yes?" A series of yes's "then chop chop... I will be giving you strict 5 minutes to change!"
With that we all rather the all scramble out of the gym and into the changing rooms whilst I casually stroll towards where they're running off to not the slightest bit bothered by their panicking state
I strip out of my clothes before slipping into the white long sleeved jump suit and the white jacket and a plastron underneath it white gloves that have color red on the palm, some breeches which are short trousers that end just below the knees, fencing socks covering the knee specially the thigh, fencing shoes, women's chest protector, not bothering to check my appearance I went back to the gym with my mask in hand
I put it down on the metallic bench nearby and retied my brown hair into a high neat ponytail while pacing that I ended up bumping into a tall full fencing uniformed person though he had his mask on there's no denying that he's a guy from his build and height
"Sorry" he said his voice slightly muffled and gruff from the black helmet but his british accent remained detected as he walk past me and lined up infront of Segniore Bonzo
Sighing I decided against putting on my mask and strode towards the nearly completed group
I tune coach out as I found his blabbering unimportant and start stretching my arms and legs casually
"You!" Coach pointed at me making my eyebrows raise "I want you to spar with... him"
An outline of a slim but tall guy on my right took a step forward
I silently scoff at the thought of a guy beating me on fencing
Fantasy
Coach gestured for us to move on his previous spot at the center where the fencing piste is
Stepping forward as the coach began to ramble out the rules and regulations
"-know the rules yes? But I'll remind you a few things, hit your opponent on the required spots without being hit yourself, halt immediately when a light was lit up to identify who touch who first" he explained in a french dawl before handing us both a saber
"Saber fencing... spot above the waist with the exception of your hands are only hits required, compris?" (Understand?)
We both nod
"Greet each other!" He did the salute proffesionally expecting us to do the same
We put our saber infront of us vertically with the tip facing up and swinging it downwards towards the right in a salute
"En garde!" (On guard)
We took our stance, with our saber pointed to each other and I swear I saw him smile through his mask which I just raised my eyebrow involuntarily as a reaponse
With our knees bended a foot forward and another foot on the back we got ready into position
"pret." (ready)
I noticed how he put most of his weight on his left leg which was on positioned on the back very slightly that I almost didn't catch it but I'm glad I did
An attacking position
I bit my bottom lip schooling my features of one of indifference
Then I have to play defense first
"Allez!" (Go!) He pressed the remote starting the 3 minute timer below us
Then as predicted he lunge rather aggresively with the speed of lightning making my lip twitch up showcasing my teeth in a smirk as he aimed for my neck
Not gonna lie but I'm impressed
I moved backwards making him miss and I attack in a 'fall short' before doing a 'beat' which I knock his blade when he got back at a counter attack earning a score for me
...Not for long
"Arrêt!" (Stop) Was heard right after his light turned on
"droit de passage! encore.." (right of way! Again...)
Wait what?
"Wait what?" I voiced out confused
I...got hit?
"Toucher... encore!" (touched) (again) coach pointed the both of us as he smiled in amazement before clapping three times "en garde!"
We got to our previous position my gaze unwavering from his face behind his helmet and jog slightly on the balls of my feet shaking the tension of my shoulders
How did I missed... getting hit?
"Pret..."
I noticed how he stayed unmoving from his stance as I got into mine
"Allez!"
This time I lunge first faking an aim to his shoulder before recoiling back when he tried to swiped at my left side noticing it was a fake attack of his, I did a 'disengage', quickly moving my blade under his to the other side then he parried it quickly taking me by surprise-
"Arret!"
green light....
"premier, touche..." coach gestured me before clapping and the students followed suit "magnifico!"
Even my opponent gave an applause before bowing at me in congratulations but I just stayed on my ground unresponsive just a few feet from him
"Impressive... absolutely outstanding performance!"
Finally managing to step back I took off my mask with a huff feeling the sweat glide down the side of my face yet I continue to stare at the still masked guy who is now twirling his saber as he faced the blabbering coach and away from my burning stare at the side of his mask
"-anyways.. that was only for our warm up and intoduction about fencing, a welcoming to those freshmen and a start of yet another year to those players of mine... oh yes! I forgot will you all group yourselves to your perspective years please?" He instructs coolly pointing at every different directions like a maniac after I finally manage to drag my glare of off that unknown guy "this line for freshmen, then second year then third.."
Blinking I realized that I've been the only one left standing on the side
Sighing loudly I glanced at the guy's still masked face only to find his head turned to me already as I made my way casually towards the freshmen line
I heard ooh's and whispers as I finally settled at the very front of their line ignoring their gasps and stares realizing my year
"Ahh.. How wonderful!" Coach Bonzo gushed cheerfully walking towards me with a very very impressed look whilst I raise my eyebrows at him not so politely but his bright grin remained unfaltering making my eye twitch in irritation "we have a protege among us"
I hope his face split in half-
"Ah.. one of my best fencers got beaten by a freshman lady eh? How..." His dark brown eyes squint from me to narrow at someone from behind "disappointing."
Tsking with his head shaking a few more times as he steps backwards "alright! Now the proper warming up we will begin-"
"I want a rematch"
The gym and the shuffling stopped at my voice and I felt all their eyes and attention turned to me
Gesturing me to step forward with his gloved fingers coach gave me a questioning and interest filled look
"Pardon? You want a rematch?"
"Yes" I answered without skipping a beat as I walk forward before pivoting on my heel to face the flabbergasted looking students "with him, a fair one" I more like demanded with my saber raised pointed directly at the still masked boy on the 3rd row
"Ahhh... you have guts, power, you have the voice." He trailed off in amazement "however why don't we ask the other party"
Raising an eyebrow I tilted my head at the boy in question "so...may I?" I dawled out in a light taunt
The students in lined with him which are mostly guys turned their heads at him in curiosity just as the others in different lines did
Then...
"Nah." He raised both his gloved hands in surrender with a shake of his head "I'm good... you won already and I'm fine with that."
Is that a flirt I sense?
The guys sorrounding him chuckled some even patting his back as if that is the funniest thing in the world
"You're just giving up to a feisty first year dude?" One tsked playfully before holding out his hand to him "here let me teach you how to tame a one feisty lady.." he dawled out as the saber was handed into him
"Now now... don't say things that would make our first years uncomfortable Michael." The coach tsked striding forwards to stand slightly infront of me "let's just have the rematch some other time dear-"
"No... it's fine" I put the mask back on my head before turning around towards the piste "if he don't want to get embarassed the second time embarassing one of his friends will do"
Plugging my saber without glancing back at them already knowing the guy who just voluntered was already stomping his way here from his glares boring through my head
"Asking so kindly, who was I to reject your offer?" he grumbled sarcastically plugging his saber too without question as the coach just shook his head at us in fake disapproval yet his face and the gleam of his eyes says otherwise
"En guarde... pret.."
Without bothering to scan his whole posture I already know what will his first move, step, intention will be with just a mere bored glance of my eyes
"Allez"
I stayed rooted on my side of the piste and waited for the tip of his sword to be at the spot where I want him to be and then...
"Green light! Arret!"
My head was barely inches from touching his shoulder as he was over me with his sword still raised to where I was standing earlier
While my saber was perfectly aligned upwards with the tip touching his uniform clad throat
"oh... we're done already.." I whispered feigning clueless tone with a small voice for him to only hear "that's easy." I hummed as I jumped down from the piste leaving him still shell shocked
"Unbelievable... excellent performance in just barely 19 seconds?" Coach clapped slowly with clear amusement shining from his dark brown eyes "amazing ... truly"
"19 seconds? That's crazy"
"She's so cool!"
"I wonder from which high school was she from.."
"She's got fast reflexes! I swear I just blinked-"
"You are so roasted dude! I'm glad I did not inniciate something that bold earlier"
I ignored them as I went to unplug my saber and took off my mask whilst coach ushered all of us to line ourselves into 4
Yet my attention was still focussed to the still masked boy who kept on glancing my way as if sensing my stare on him
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Kriiing!!! Kriiiing!!! Kriiiiing~!
"classe ajournée!" Coach bellowed clapping me in the back congratulating me once more as he walk pass me "tommorow we'll continue... have a good rest everyone!"
I stood up from my bended position unfazed by all the warm ups we had gone through for the past 2 hours and found myself walking towards the still masked boy as he sat down on the bench hunched forward with his shoulders rising up and down with his stupid mask still on
Could he even breath properly after wearing that this long?
"You let me win..." I heard my voice saying
He halted at what he's doing and face me tilting his head slightly to the side before proceeding to untie his shoes
"I don't know what you're talking about"
I scoff and ran my gloved hand on my ash brown locks messing up my ponytail
"Did you really think I wouldn't be able to handle if I loose?"
"What? No" he shook his head and began to take off his gloves "besides you literally showed off what you could really do earlier"
"That was after you let me win"I frowned at him taking a few steps closer "did you just criticized my ability?"
He huffed then cross his not so muscular arms over his chest and leaned backward
"Look, I don't know what you're talking about" he stressed leaning forward with his head bend up to look at my face "You hit me first, maybe you didn't realized that you did but the machine said so othewise there's something wrong with the electric machine or our body cord which is impossible since we checked it earlier before the match."
"And I said I want a rematch..." I demanded holding up my saber and got into stance "but then why the hell wouldn't you?"
"Language shortcake"
I glared at him but didn't say a thing
Then he shrug a shoulder standing up then got into stance himself
"En garde!" He started shouting slightly catching me off guard "Pret..." he began to jog in his position "alle-"
Then he took off
"You cheating fool!"
He just laughed and continued racing down the hallway still in his uniform with his mask still on with his duffle bag in hand
"I'll make sure to have your head tommorow and have it hang on my wall as my worlds greatest achievement! You hear me!"
"See you never shortcake!"
"Die!"
Just you wait...