Chapter 26: Chapter 27: Sword Practice

Yamasaki was filled with joy as he held Sasha tenderly. Their embrace was not a romantic declaration of love, but rather a celebration of Sasha's achievement in becoming a mid stage drifter.

When Sasha was just twelve years old, she awakened her demiurge, Zheng. This was a rare occurrence in the border city of Staffordshire, and people praised her as a genius. However, Sasha struggled to make progress in her cultivation. Her demiurge didn't offer much help, and her family couldn't afford to provide her with the resources she needed.

The same people who had once held her in high regard now pushed her down, telling her that her demiurge was useless because all it did was produce sound. These cruel words nearly crushed Sasha's dream of making people happy through her music.

If not for her supporting parents, if not for Brogan and his kind wife, the young girl would have lost all hope and stopped dreaming. Though Eric was not even seven at that time, he had a photographic memory. He still remembered that young blonde girl with puffy eyes making a promise to her parents—a promise to continue practicing until the end; until she fulfilled her dream.

And so she did. Even when people around her mocked and taunted her. Even when she lost her so-called childhood friends. And… even when those loving parents died. She never stopped practicing.

Even though later on Eric started to feel attracted to Sasha, his initial emotions towards her were one of admiration, which remained unchanged.

As the excitement of their achievement died down, Sasha was overcome with sadness and began to weep. Yamasaki held her firmly and comforted her, allowing her to cry and process her emotions.

Yamasaki understood the challenges of not losing hope and persevering towards a desired goal, as well as the difficulty of overcoming grief. To him, these challenges seemed insurmountable, like an immense mountain pressing down and crushing him.. Therefore, he greatly admired and valued the woman in his arms, who had succeeded in overcoming these challenges, something he had not been able to do himself.

After some time, she finally stopped crying and said in a soft voice, "thank you."

"It's mostly because of your hard work. I was just a catalyst."

It was true. It happened only because of her accumulation of more than a decade. Yamasaki just got lucky by being in the right place at the right time.

Sasha tapped on his arm to let her go and stepped back a little. She looked at his face and pursed her lips. She said while biting her lips, "Still, how should I repay you?"

She unbuttoned her shirt from the top, revealing her ample chest, and continued with a flushed face, "Or you want to stick it here?"

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Yamasaki couldn't tear his eyes away from the captivating sight in front of him, but he knew he had to resist. He took a deep breath and shook his head, buttoning Sasha's shirt back up as he smiled softly at her.

"Didn't you come to do it?" Sasha asked, clearly confused.

Yamasaki scratched his face awkwardly as he tried to gather his thoughts. He had already confessed his love to Claire, so how could he be considering another woman? The answer was simple, yet also complicated. Claire had asked him to do it.

In the morning after finishing his workout, Yamasaki sat on the ground, his body aching all over. But like usual he still didn't miss the sight of Claire practicing with her sword. That day she was only practicing the basics, but with a wooden sword that weighed more than hundred pounds.

Claire swung her wooden sword down vertically, the blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistle. She repeated the strike over and over again, each time with precision and power. Sweat began to bead on her brow as she pushed herself to her limits, but she did not stop.

He gazed at her graceful figure, his gentle eyes filled with adoration. Suddenly, a memory from his past emerged in his mind and his eyes lost focus.

A black-haired woman stood on the practice floor, her body tense and focused. She was dressed in a traditional kendo uniform. In her hand, she held a wooden sword, its sleek, tapered shape a testament to her skill and dedication to the art.

She moved with fluid grace, her feet shuffling across the floor as she practiced the various strikes and techniques of kendo. She swung her shinai with precision and power, the wood slicing through the air with a sharp crack.

But despite the intensity of her practice, she wore a peaceful expression on her face, her mind and body fully immersed in the beauty and discipline of the art.

During his college days, he would often observe Megumi's practices, drawn in by the joyous smile she always displayed upon completing them.

Just then, he felt Claire hugging him. All of his sadness seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of security and belonging. He held her tightly, savoring the feeling of being connected to someone he cared about deeply. As they stayed there, lost in the embrace, he knew that this was where he belonged, in the soft and loving arms of his lover.

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