Onikubo Ourei is an unusual girl, no matter how much she eats, she never seems to be full, even more unusual, she never gains weight. A gloomy, ghoulish looking girl, whose appearance resembles that of a ghost or skeleton. In a moment of desperation...
I was laying down on a comfy futon, a blanket covered me. Above me the smooth, dark oak ceiling tiles were arranged in a beautiful, neat, criss cross pattern. The lighting was dim but warm.
"Onikubo-san." I instantly sit up, feeling a slight sting in my neck. I turn to Edgeshot-sensei who walked into the room.
"Do your injuries not hurt?" He asks, walking closer to me.
I shake my head. "It doesn't hurt much, did you take care of my injuries?" I inspect the bandaging on my arms and legs.
"I had someone come in," He replies.
He goes silent for a second.
I look down at my lap.
"Edgeshot-sensei... you..." I say, looking back to him. He tilts his head.
"I know you held back by a lot, I couldn't take your mask, I couldn't even touch it even though you were limiting most of your strength," I say, trying to keep my voice from trembling.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I'll be able to live up to your standards."
I avert my eyes back to the blanket that covered my lap.
"You did well," I hear Edgeshot-sensei's voice come from beside me. I look to my left to see him sitting next to me.
How did he get here so quickly?
"I've never trained a student before, you are the first who I wanted to mentor." He looks to me.
"Just because you didn't succeed, it doesn't make you weak," He continues to talk.
"You still did extraordinarily well, you should be proud of yourself," He says. "I want to train you, I don't expect you to already be stronger than I am."
I look back at my lap, wiping my eyes quickly. Since when did I get so emotional?
"...If you aren't tired, follow me."
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I stand in the courtyard facing Edgeshot-sensei.
"First, I want you to try something."
I nod.
"I want you to try only transforming part of your body into gas form instead of dodging attacks while we spar, okay?"
He steps back, getting into a fighting stance.
"Try to land a hit on me."
I flinch. "O-okay!" I step back as well.
"And... begin."
Lazy writing incoming
His arm, turned into a ribbon comes flying toward me quickly.
