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"Idiot! Guard that in sixth! You're a fencer at heart, you should know at least that! But that's your problem, idiot. You're a fencer, not a fighter. I'm going to make you one!" Arturo yelled as he bashed Misami's skull with the butt of his blade. This caused a few whimpers of how it hurt to escape Misami, but these protests only temporarily intensified the beatings.

By now, though, Misami was getting used to the fact that she was being abused by this toddler. Whether he was having her avoid boulders he sent crashing down a hill, or if she was climbing up the tallest tree she could find, only to give him a better view of where he was going to place his next hellish course it was never enjoyable. Or smetimes, there would be days like today, where Arturo would come at her with a sword style she had never seen before, and she had to dissect it and beat it, before he lost patience and proceeded with his next "exercise".

"Hey! Are you even listening to me!?" Arturo yelled in her face as he hung from her bangs. Misami vigorously nodded her head in immediate response, but this only caused Arturo to lose his grip and be sent flying away. He landed nimbly a few feet away with a "harumph" and readied himself again. "We're going to do this until you get it right! Got that!?

And those words caused Misami's heart to sink. She ad already beaten three styles today, more than she had ever done before and he still wanted to go on? She didn't even know how long they'd been in that dojo anymore. All she could do was hope he'd get hungry or bored or something soon. But, until that happened, she had to fight. She readied her blade and watched Arturo's movements as he darted in and out with surprising speed. Gradually Misami matched her tempo to his and the fight was on.