CHAPTER 7
A PRACTICAL BATTLE BETWEEN SISTERS.
The training room that is very rarely used inside the house opened the doors once again, at the request of Galia to her grandfather, wanting a technical fight with the sword decided in the results he has seen so far from his training.
That, until then, it's been three months since day number one.
However, Darko refused to give him that fight against him, repeating that it was not yet the right time and besides, his training is just beginning with the good.
Being that, he constantly repeated to him that she was not yet worthy to wield the sword in a fight against his grandfather, not even as practice.
It frustrated Galia, with the pessimistic thought of believing that her grandfather only made fun of her.
But it was true, Galia was not yet ready, even if her physical abilities increased dramatically. Be that as it may, Galia wanted a fight, no matter who she was against, because the trainings were more and more adapted to her and now I wanted to experience something new. A sword fight with someone else and not against hungry, wild beasts.
Darko, wanting to comply with his granddaughter's request, looked for multiple options. In his repertoire he had multiple people who were previously his students, but most of them were already dead or after their stay in the land of Ghamurant ended, they cut off all contact with their teacher.
But then he remembered, Aria is also one of those students and just now she's an employee of the house, besides being one of the people closest to her granddaughter.
And practically her only friend in the whole city, once decided, I look for it, taking little time to find it since Aria, always makes from there to here in every corner.
Finding her watering the garden field, Darko gently approached her, with which, his concept of delicacy is to throw a stone strong enough to make her fall face against the soil of plants.
"¡Think fast!"
"¡¿Uh?!"
Aria didn't even notice; she just quietly watered the plants while humming and the stone of a wild darko collapsed and completely distracted her.
Her face full of dirt, with her hair stained and an expression of total annoyance. Looking for the person responsible, he looked behind him, to run into his master smiling and burlesque, something that caused him much more annoyance than before.
"Master Darko... Ah at this point I'm considering castrating him to see, if that will make him even slightly reconsider and stop being a complete moron".
Aria, who heard clearly what she mentioned, reconsidered, took a breath of air coughed. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, focusing again on his teacher.
"¿I mean, what's going on, Master Darko?" I said.
His ability to change attitude quickly is undoubtedly commendable, and Darko is aware of it.
"Uh... anyway, I was looking for you, since I need you for something involving Galia."
Aria raised an eyebrow, but before doubting what it was, she preferred to ask in advance.
"¿And what exactly is that?"
"Well, it's simple. Take on Galia in a practice duel."
"¿A practice duel?"
The fact was strange to Aria, for the request was sudden.
He thought and then hit the nail on the head, as surely this was in regard to Galia training and well, his assumption was not entirely wrong. Although he did not like the idea very much, but as Aria knew Galia, he was sure that it was the same request she made herself.
With no other options, Aria resigned. I accept and accompany Darko to the training room at home.
Place where she was prepared, changed her maid's dress for more comfortable and tight clothes that allowed her greater mobility in combat, her pink hair gathered and a sigh in the air before going out to the battlefield.
Darko, soon returned to Galia after he went to look for him while performing phase three of his training. Aria, now mentally prepared for the fight with her lady, stepped into the training camp where Galia watched her surprised.
"¿Aria- Nyan?"
Well, he expected anyone else but his best friend. Although this was precisely what made him wallow in emotion. Darko, who from one moment to the next was away from both, raised his voice, clapping during the process.
Clap! Clap, clap!
"Girls, it's time to get in position! Remember, it is a practice combat; any lethal attack or action that endangers the individual's integrity will be punished by the edge of my sword. Galia, remember to use this combat to gain experience, analyze your opponent's moves and let yourself go, because that is the pure style of the thousand-ton sword. ¡ Let the will of your heart flow!"
Galia, although his training was based largely on his physical ability, it also included the theory and teaching of style fencing.
Being that Darko, taught him lessons at all times while Galia fulfilled these physical trainings, therefore, he is aware of how the sword style of the Ghamurant family works, although it was now time to put into practice that knowledge gained.
Aria and Galia were placed in positions, Aria with a wooden sword and Galia using the same weaponry. In silence they waited for the word of Darko, so that he would start the combat merely practice. A gentle breath dissipated from her nostrils at the very moment Darko's roar ceased through the air.
"¡Get on with it!"
The fight began, Aria did not give the first move; instead it was Galia who came out at a disproportionate speed against her, that surprised him.
Simply disappeared and reappeared before her in a few moments, it was clear to him that the speed of his dear lady was not at all a joke.
With his weapon, he blocked the attack, a lateral cut that went in the target to hit on his ribs. The same impact ran from her arms to her legs, dragging her slightly across the floor with her feet firmly stuck in the ground.
Galia, who did not let Aria think, struck one more blow, though this time it was not a cut, but a direct kick to her chin, nailing the wooden spade on the ground.
Attack that Aria dodged again, however during this instant Galia acted repeatedly. Now, with the help of the sword impaled on the ground, he gave a downward cut that Aria blocked using her weapon as a shield from the direction in which the cut was made.
Burying the soles of his shoes on the ground and raising a huge gust of wind and earth chamber.
Aria, was more than surprised, although she had already heard that her young lady was a total prodigy for the sword, but, really, you never expect the word Prodigy to be so short.
Because Galia was greater than a mere prodigy, her strength, speed, reflexes and innate ability to wield a sword with so little combat experience was something far greater than the simple title of being called a prodigy by the world. His wife was, without a doubt, the same heroine as in the books she read as a child.
For her eyes, like hers, were burning with an immense passion.
"¡S-Miss, you are amazing!"
Aria, I can't resist wanting to praise her. However, Galia made a annoying grimace.
"¡Aria, please don't be soft on me, give it your all and show me how amazing you can be with a sword!"
Those words were not something that a baby would say with such normality and naturalness, Aria knows, her lady has flourished with the training she has been carrying out and as a result, does not want to disappoint the expectations that her unofficial sister has in her.
Responding with a clean blow to the stomach, which Galia barely managed to block with the blade of her wooden sword, throwing it several steps away from where Aria is.
Galia, I look up, looking more excited than ever, but, it was interrupted when a low kick went straight to his legs, kick that he dodged with a small jump, but which distracted him from a direct cut to his ribs at a speed almost imperceptible to the eye of a human.
The cut hit full, but the density of his muscles that began to develop served him as an armor, but if I take a little air before flying out and spin around the combat area.
When Galia regained her composure, she looked puzzled, for Aria had an expression that she had never seen in her. A smile, but not the typical smile that he always gave to her or people.
That smile was creepy; it became terrifying. Well, it was a smile full of ecstasy that almost looked like someone else and it was something that Darko was aware of.
Aria, counted on the particularity of disconnecting completely from herself when it comes to a fight, whether it be a practice or a real one.
His emotions, mostly the drastic energy of the physical exercise of combat, flooded his brain, letting himself be carried away by simply the flow of the fight. And it happens, when Aria, receives full permission to show everything of itself and Galia had made that mistake.
However, this was not a problem for the young Ghamurant, who without hesitation threw herself once more into combat, as both women shared that same peculiarity. Being total beasts on the battlefield ignoring everything around them. Of course, only one had more experience in combat, giving it that advantage.
And so, uh before this pair caused a disaster, Darko decided to Intervene Offering them both a coscorron that throws them directly against the ground. Stopping the practice fight completely.
"Enough. I hope this fight serves you as a Galia experience, the next vex will tell Aria to be much less gentle with you."
Aria, tired stood up, but I sighed. On the other hand, Galia was coming out of his mouth, the blows that Aria gave him, were making effect just now. Aria, worried the charge and I took her directly to her room to treat it.
"¡Resist my lady!"
Darko who watched them leave the training area stopped to think for a moment, because when witnessing this first fight of his granddaughter it was impossible not to think about the monster that her granddaughter can become.
Something, which excited him by all the skies until he reached the stars. It was a pity that the fight lasted so little, but, knowing how Aria acts during a fight, it was more practical to end it immediately.
A pity... I wanted to see some more of the super skills that my granddaughter inherited from me.
Darko thought, before he got off the training camp too.