The samurai, An Legendary Adventure Tale Part 2

Chapter thirty-two: Pidge's Suffering and their brother's Life

After leaving the swamp tree, after the storm, Pidge and Hunk were checking off the map to find out their next location, While Lance was cleaning up his guns and Shiro and Keith were clashing swords with night fury.

Just two weeks ago, Keith had a fight with a human turn deamon named Oz and during the fight, Keith had suffered major injuries, Including a broken arm that still hasn't recovered. Despite this, Keith still had strength to fight back.

By training himself to his limits, Keith built his strength and endurance up again, it made him feel a whole lot better, knowing he would fight at a level greater than Shiro.

With Shiro's training that he got from Sokka, Keith challenged himself today more than ever, he fought Shiro even with his cast on.

"Are you sure you can handle me!" Shiro said, Competently

"May not have been my brightest idea!" Keith told him, "but at least now I'll be ready for whatever comes my way!"

He made sure to pay attention to his footing, and to protect the sides of his body from Shiro, a strike at him would prove fatal.

The time must have been somewhere around 1:00pm in Earth hours, So Keith and the others had to find a place to stay, if Hunk and Pidge can find where they are.

"Ok, the closest way is Ariel!" Pidge said.

"Are you sure, I think it is Trezza!" Hunk said.

"Ariel!" Pidge shouted.

"Trezza," Hunk shouted.

"Ariel!" Pidge shouted.

"Trezza," Hunk shouted.

"Ugh! Find the place, someplace that is actually good!" Lance said, cleaning out his barrel.

"Anyway, it's almost getting late. We should find a place to set up camp for the night and continue on in the morning." Shiro said.

"I hate to agree but you're right!" Keith said as for some strange reason, His stomach growled and his mouth beckoned to be quenched, but the mere mug of water he brought with him before training was long empty.

"What's wrong with me?" Keith said as the battle raged on the open field between him and Shiro, Keith noticed his reflexes beginning to slow. His throat was littered with mucus and he found his breath difficult to catch, but with a brief spit to the side, he kept on fighting with Shiro.

Prior to their sword-to-sword combat, Keith practiced his hand-to-hand combat with Shiro for nearly a half hour, taking only the said water break in between before grabbing his dagger and initiating sword-to-sword combat.

Now Keith battled Shiro for nearly an hour. He began to lose focus on the fight, that Something that Shiro began to notice, "Keith, Are you ok, do you need a breather!" he said.

"I can't stop now, I'm almost beating you!" Keith said.

But when Keith couldn't properly lift his Knife to swing at his opponent, he knew he had no other choice.

He hung his head and lifted his arm as he gasped for air, his heart thumping in his chest, so hard that Keith was afraid it might burst from its cage. "Ok you're right!" he huffed with all his might. Thankfully, Shiro took the compliment.

He ached all over and his face burned, so much so that he felt for flames that might have generated under his skin. Luckily his sweat was able to cool him down, but he needed a cold glass of water and a good meal because he was starving.

Shiro approached Keith, concern etched on his face. "You pushed yourself too hard, didn't you?"

Keith nodded, still gasping for air. "Had to...test my limits."