Sparring Prowess
Bored watching training, I yawned by the wall. Unladylike, but all men—no female chat. Captain and lieutenant fixated on brother. Sparring started, but not his martial arts...
"Care to join, Shibata-kun?"
"...Sure, if okay."
He glanced, smiled briefly—at my boredom?
(Why notice that! Br-brother deserves thrashing!)
Inward curse stuttered on "brother." As if better name exists...
"Show us your skills. Wataguchi Sergeant!"
Strong-looking man rushed out.
"No holding back. Wataguchi: national boxing in school."
My vibe right... But nationwide level off bat?
Dissatisfaction vanished at "start." Post-mid-lieutenant's call, brother neared—next, Wataguchi crouched on floor.
"Wataguchi!"
Comrades rushed, peered worriedly. Brother expressionless, looking down.
"...Minamihabaru Corporal!"
"Sir!"
"Full power."
Post-result, captain ordered seriously. Amateur eyes saw amazing, but daily-trained soldier vs. part-time middle schooler unfair... Thoughts fled watching.
Brother dodged Minamihabaru effortlessly. Movements stunned even captain/lieutenant.
"Practical combat style."
"Yes. Assumes concealed weapons. Dodges with margin, not showy close calls."
Listening, eyed brother. Instantly after dodging arm, elbow sank into solar plexus.
"Stop!"
"Minamihabaru down!?"
"What is that kid..."
"Sigh... Even our top fighter..."
Captain muttered troubled yet amused. I shocked; brother indifferent.
"Base honor crushed... One more, Shibata-kun?"
"Let me!"
"Hiwagi Private! No revenge."
"Not revenge—vindication!"
Difference...? Third foe fresh vs. brother's two—unfair. But want his cool fight again...
"He insists?"
"...Accepted."
Another glance my way. He reads me...
"Positions."
Captain said; lieutenant murmured, barely hiding excitement.
"Bare-handed two down vs. serious Hiwagi... Interesting."
Serious? Meant—start signaled. Hiwagi closed instantly, assaulted. That move...
"Unfair! Magic..."
Protested to stop; captain half-glanced. Reprimand from his other half-view:
"Stop, Miyuki!"
Brother ordered me. Called Miyuki. Electric jolt illusion.
"No no-magic rule!"
Odd, but not bad. While dazed, he handled attacks.
"Hou..."
Captain's mutter snapped reality. Base dimmed illusion.
Self-accel magic charge; brother extended arm. Stance: his specialty prep.
Psion torrent thought—next, light back-tap; momentum spun Hiwagi to floor.
"Wi-Winner: Shibata Tatsuya-kun!"
Lieutenant's call unfroze others.
"What magic..."
"Why'd Hiwagi flip?"
Ignoring murmurs, brother offered hand. Hiwagi grinned... Trap!?
No: grabbed, stood briskly.
"Beat. Proved day-before wasn't my slip. Name?"
"Shibata Tatsuya."
"Got it, Tatsuya. Hiwagi Joseph Private—Joe's fine. Tour base."
Friendly, but captain coughed.
"Hiwagi... Training."
"Sir! Sorry!"
Not truly mad—wry smile.
"Now, Shibata-kun. Chat elsewhere?"
"Fine."
"Good. Sister too."
Urged by Sanada lieutenant, I followed brother. This feeling... Never before, dominating me.
Midpoint? Half left?
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