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Chapter 15 - Chapter 13. 5 - Training ( Special )

The morning mist of the Forest of Veils shimmered like sliver smoke , curling the hidden galde that Reina and Arya had made their home .

Dew glistened on the grass , and the faint hum of Mystic Art energy vibrated in the air --

Reina's doing .

A small wooden sword hung in her hands , its surface smooth and light . Not quite the Ray Throne Sword, Wolf , but enough to train . She exhaled ,slowly , focused and murmured ,

" Mystic Art - Illusionary Motion. "

A ring of glowing silhouettes flickered into being around her ---

Humanoid target made from light and air . They swayed ,moved and attacks in slow rhythm , echoing the real rhythm of battle.

Arya standing nearby in her maid form crossed her arms , her golden eyes glinting

with draconic sharpness.

" Your stance is too soft ,Master . "

" Your grip is too gentle . You swing like you're dancing not fighting."

Reina sighed , " That's the idea . It's called the form . Fluid , Graceful, and Efficient. "

Arya's tailed ( still visible despite her human form ) flicked in irritation. " Efficient doesn't win battles . Power does. "

With a huff , Reina stepped forward , her wooden sword cutting through an illusion.

The figure dispersed into glittering light .

Another lunged and she sidestepped , turning blade neatly --- smooth , clean and discipline.

Arya , watched with growing amusement.

" You'll be killed instantly by a real dragon . "

" To see ,it is fact or not , I have to fight you seriously. " Reina replied dryly twirling her sword .

" Too shabby posture " Arya smirk .

"The one that I defeated , now , she's lecturing me about posture. "

Arya blinked then laughed -- a low rumbling that hinted at her true draconic nature .

" Touché , Master. "

But she wasn't done ." Still your feet . Wrong angle . Your hips . Lazy . Like this ---

Without warning . Arya grew her wings from her shoulders , and hand transform into claws .

She trotted around Reina , wings flapping dramatically as she jabbed Reina's shoulder with tail .

" Straighten ! No , no --- balance , Master ,balance . Are you holding a sword or stirring soup . "

Reina groaned ," You are worse than my old tutor in my life as Ray Throne. "

Arya raised her head with smug face , " Your Old Tutor wasn't a dragon with three centuries of combat experience ! "

" Yeah and she probably didn't yell at my ear while breathing fire . "

" Do you want me to show you free ? " Arya teased smoke curling from her nostrils.

Reina ducked at just time as puff off harmless smoke brust from Arya's mouth .

The smell of singed grass followed .

" Arya. "

" You could have kill me . "

" It's called motivation , Master ."

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