Outdoor Yard - House of Delicia
The morning sun with cirrus clouds above illuminated with slight shades on the clear surface. The birds were chirping around the yard where they resided on the branches of trees that were organized in an linear pattern. It wasn't a bad day for two ladies— Mirai Shizuku, and Juliette van Vermiculo— who grabbed their wooden cutlass and drank a cup of coffee for their intense training. Supposedly, Juliette could've been naked since there were no signs of men— except Jeff Delicia who is the housemaster of his domain and understood her fetish— but she instead wore her signature scarlet two-piece bikini suit with her laces and boots around her extremities.
Both of them stood in front of each other as they prepared for the training; their warm-up session had done as they already cracked their joints to pop the bubbles out of their fatigue, giving it a stretch to wake their body up.
"Okay, so this is the cutlass, a weapon which can pierce your opponent through fencing… this single-edged baby acts like a spear except you need some footwork and flexible wrist to be agile in aggressing the fight without rattling around like a show-off," Juliette said while spanking her other hand with her wooden cutlass.
"Well… if I compare to spear ones, accommodating with two hands while carrying like a broom is kinda irritating me," Mirai said.
"Precisely… although it gives much space away from the enemy, but the advantage is that they can move sides other than straightforwardly hit the target… which swaying the spear is totally a bad idea for them to be defeated by just a clean cut of their side muscles."
Juliette tossed up her cutlass as she was fidgeting for her gain of confidence. Mirai had a bit of knowledge about the weapon because she could determine how it looked based on a fairytale that somehow had forgotten. Mirai wanted to tense it up, but she had no knowledge on how to use the weapon properly.
Juliette prepared her fencing position — her body relaxed other than it focused her extremities; she made a rule to herself that stiffening one joint could fail her to do so. She kept her cutlass conveyed with the elbow formed diagonally to support the extension of her arm.
"Come, you're supposed to be good at this," Juliette said.
By that, Mirai did the same, except she was curious about what would be her next move.
"Hya!"
Juliette swung her cutlass towards Mirai, hoping to get a better hit to her body. Swift pace on her would make Mirai lose the chance to drive even closer.
"Woah!"
Mirai, however, could evade her attack; the underlying move could handle to watch her movements, but she wasn't able to counteract how Juliette's unexpected strike rushed the aim toward her open area.
"Got you… Too bad that your conscious self will be dead from an opponent's strike if you didn't shift yourself within."
Mirai felt odd on why she couldn't bypass her attack; the parry move would do the trick, but she hadn't accustomed well for her lack of knowledge and skill regarding her swordsmanship. Juliette told Mirai that it would take time to develop her skill based on her determination. Every inch of her strike should be essential to keep an eye to its perceiving focus.
"More days to train, more days to accustom… so don't fret if you're losing your own way," Juliette said.
"I know. Do you think I'm an adult who can keep my hope within my ass?" Mirai asked.
"If you think my answer is shit, then yes."
Literal jokes from Juliette could've made her laugh, but Mirai kept her serious pace as she glued her eye toward her opponent's position. Her grip forced her to clench as she needed to gain her composure.
"Evade what you can, but you will never find a single inch when you keep evading," Juliette said while forcing her cutlass to its constant strike.
Mirai narrowed her eyes as she glued towards the sword direction, but Juliette approached with her agile footwork that exceeded her opponent until Mirai ran out of gas, likely to get stabbed from her side since the surrounding advantage constant evasion was increasing the ability to grasp the chance of hitting her enemy aside.
As a result, Mirai fell down on the ground as she panted by her exhaustion.
Juliette stiffened her narrow eyes while relaxing her grip with her knuckles nested against her hips.
"If you keep running away for yourself, then your enemy will keep chasing after you… like it's not over till it's over… regardless of stamina limit."
"..."
"The reason I educated you harshly is to get used to it… I may have a hothead towards you, but since this is your first time, I don't have time to berate you further."
Mirai bore the silence as she fastened her tight lips with no words to say, specifically resisting to complain. Her heartbeat throbbed with the resting pace of her body that might idle herself to its lost cause. The fatigued pain created the cramp in her muscle, possibly that it might break off sooner enough.
"I'm not giving up… even my body gives up," Mirai uttered.
"..."
"If that's how I will fight without surrendering myself to my unconscious self, then I'll do it in my way… literally."
"Good. I love your confidence… but I'm afraid that it will not be easy for that."
Despite how painful her body was, Mirai stood up in a firm as she grasped her wooden sword, giving herself a second chance to try without the same move and single rattle. Juliette believed Mirai as her apprentice committed to do so with her perseverance — to be strong in fending for herself and others who might seem worthy to save.
"Now then… let's get fixed… try to hit me," Juliette said while forming her fencing pace.
By that, Mirai and Juliette once again re-matched as the training session continued without trouble might bring confusion over Mirai's confidence. All day, all night — they trained without procrastinating. Juliette monitored Mirai's physical and combat development — which is her promise to raise Mirai's rally.
"Ha~"
As Mirai roared with an attempt to strike, Juliette teased her with simple evasion that could outwit Mirai's composure for her greater skills and knowledge regarding a close-combat course.
* * *
Central District of Falx City
The buildings in the Central District filled with exquisite architectural forms such as — arch, vault, and dome. Like every inch-distant pillar from every side of the area exhibited throughout the district. It classified the purpose of the design as a governing district where most nobles, politicians, tax collectors, and other prominent officials — including the Royal Seat — lived here. Most inessential residents restricted to stroll in the Central District because of private reasons, but since the problem arose from the wake of corruption, most citizens insisted to vote for the allowance of the entry of a certain district for the purpose of keeping an eye of governance's movement, but the government instead implemented on the entry for media workers only; it might cause ruckus on what it could affect the Central District on vandalism — even a single violation could send them to death penalty.
The purple-haired with exposed forehead by a yellow headband named Rachel were patrolling with two other of her subordinates — Camelia Mizqua with her blue-haired and four-eyed face, and Clement with her long blonde hair — as the task for the Black Resort Division to journalise what and how it affected through the movements of everyone who lived here, despite wearing their tight-rubber two-piece bikini suit with each of them had white sharp cloak, their collar, all the way to its behind. They apparently searched for any clues on the movements of every official if there was any outside communication between the faction that it had encountered them with yesterday. Even the time they were on wasn't suitable to patrol all around the district if there would be any suspicious activities that involved within the place of governance, the investigation still needed to flow aggressively.
".... For this instance, this should be quite effective," Rachel said.
"Well… the Report File can bring the trigger throughout this district," Clement responded. "Thanks to Camelia writing and the collaboration from the White Shots Division, the evident details will somehow cause the confusion of most politicians around here."
"We'll see about it, if some politicians make any single move that is considered unusual, then it leaves them exposed just right in front of our eyes," Camelia responded.
Rachel gazed at Camelia for a bit as her words might have dismissed her, but it would shame her if any recklessness could let Camelia stand over the top; Clement noticed her reaction, which she assumed right when Camelia spoke with her words.
To fix this thing unnoticeably, Clement declared for some break.
"Hey, how about some treat later on? We can get some crepe if we want to," Clement uttered with her embrace.
"Yeah, crepes would be fun and sweet. After all, the flavor for today is strawberry," Rachel replied.
"Crepes for me can be enjoyable to me… unless sugar and sour doesn't bite me at all," Camelia responded.
The two of the rest agreed to Clement's offer as they expected for a free treatment from her alone, although the actual purpose from Clement's perspective was to bond them more despite the internal rivalry between the two of them. It said that Rachel was the strongest; next was Camelia, from all the members of the Black Tears subdivision squad. With Rachel's stubbornness, she always looked forward to Camelia's movement regarding what contribution might rein her over.
"Red Reformists shall rise! Red Reformists shall rise!"
Upon they walked further on the streetwalk, they heard someone who yelled with others who were baying for the rally. It sounded like they were having a campaign where they declared for the movement against their opposing party. Supposedly, there shouldn't be inessential citizens who could enter the Central District, but it looked like they broke the rule already as they trespassed for the rally within the district.
"For every blood and sweat must be paid with price, we shall reform our gold to its proper glory."
The deep masculine voice came from a certain bald man with a wrinkled face that distinguished him as a typical politician who presented himself as "perceiver of something". The only people who doubted him at first were the three Black Tears members who stopped by for a moment.
However, one of them caught someone familiar — someone wears a black frock coat with white sharp cloak as the same as them. That person was the brown bowl-cut haired man with sophisticated looks from their eyes.
Clement approached him first as she recognized that person.
"Darwin! Is that you?"
Once that person turned his head towards her, it was Darwin who firstly came here, watching the campaign.
"Oh, hey! Clement, Rachel, and Camelia… how are you doing?" Darwin asked while waving his hand towards them.
"Oh~ it's you all along… well, what are you doing here?" Clement somehow ignored his question as he could depict the obvious answer without words.
"Too bad that you haven't answered my question first… but it's quite natural for an affectionate man like me who can always learn outside the box," Darwin beamed.
Darwin merely spectated the campaign rally event as the sensation drew him here. He could always walk around the district for his exploration of curiosity that somehow confused him, but he never let his confusion overwhelm him as he wanted to see the world in a certain and actual way.
"Well, to answer your question, it seems that it's quite taking an effect of a certain incident that happened yesterday even beyond. Citizens alike are entering here without authorities' permission as the guards and police are likely struggling here to enforce them. Even a reprimand couldn't stop them from disarray," Darwin explained with his exasperated shrug.
"I guess that it's happening as I have said earlier… The information dwelt them to go against the opposing party more… like blaming ones with another," Rachel said.
"Looks like the reaction has become widespread for our ideal reason. The public declaration of dispute will follow this. The only thing we could do for now is to look forward to the sequence," Camelia said while adjusting her eyeglasses.
They thought the same way that the expectations drew them nearer if the effect would likely react to the folks by watching the eyes of the officials when something caused the brink of every movement of the economical disarray; it did one of the major reason of human enslavement and from that certain disarray, but there could be something that bothered them behind the scene. The crowd noises continued to bay for the party with their morale to vote for their fighting spirit against the opposing side.
By that, the three of them departed from the campaign event while Darwin stayed here for gathering more information regarding the rally.