Not a good reason

I woke up. Again, because of a firm knocks in my room.

I opened my eyes, with my head aching because of yesterday's dumb decisions.

That kid and that manwhore are bad influences.

Directing to the door, I opened it only to be greeted by an unusual visitor. It isn't the bothersome kid and also not the womanizer, a large man is in front of my room today.

Rene is here.

I saw him check me up for something before his eyes flew to the inside of my room, making me look inside too.

"You have no one in there?" he asked with eyes still on my room, heavy.

"No one is in. Who should be here?" I asked back, looking at him confused.

My aching head hurt more because of the bright sun outside. I wasted another moment closing my eyes, feeling my head's state.

I opened my eyes at the same time he brought his eyes back at me, after a thorough investigation.

"Where have you been last night? Why is that kid with you?"

Is he pertaining to Vien? I am about to answer him when someone appeared beside him. She whispered something and I watch how his expression change. Rene immediately seemed disturbed.

Obviously, I have no superficial power so I cannot get it.

"Change. Your training will start today." He informed me.

And without waiting for my response, he left, walking together with the purple-haired woman.

What did she tell him? It looks urgent.

A sudden rush came after me, forcing me to puke, so I had to run to the bathroom after shutting the door loud. But nothing is coming out. My head is also pounding painfully.

This is not fun. I drank poison last night.

I feel so groggy so I decided to wash my face to wake myself up after a couple more tries of puking. I faced the mirror, and quickly, memories about last night escalated on my mind. My forehead creased at the scenes I am reminded to.

Shit.

I placed my palms in my face, ridiculed at myself. My clothes also stands as a reminder that those are real and it happened.

This is not my shirt, it is way too big to be mine.

The paper bag on my desk, I also don't do paper bags so why is my dress inside it?

"What's going on?" I unbelievingly questioned myself, stirred about something now.

This is so out of my plans. That man. That man is not good for me. I should stay away from him.

I pushed myself to take a hot shower to sort my thoughts out. And I've spent all my while reminiscing the kisses and all those dumb... what the hell is that?

Putting on a pants and white sando, I directed to the ground floor, where trainees are deemed to train with their swords, but he is not there. Did he change his mind?

I walked again. I am about to twist his room's knob when my phone lighted for a message. I manipulated it and saw Rex's texts last night, asking where am I, and all of his missed calls. I ignored it and clicked on Rene's name.

His message includes the location where I should be heading. That is an hour drive from here. He also instructed me to bring the best sword I have. I headed back to my room to get my motorcycle key and the sword.

Speaking of swords, Marsha is still not reaching out to me until now. I should ask German too if by any chance he saw someone outside my house.

I drive all the way to reach an undeveloped route, up to the cliff. The way before the cliff is not modernized, it is land. I used my motorcycle until continuous bumps stopped me to maneuver it up anymore. I caught a wooden shed that could offer a shade for the bike for a while. I directed there before I walked up, with the sword in my back. It took me a hundred more steps to finally reach the top.

There, facing the beauty of an untouched wilderness in front of his bare eyes, is Rene. Infront of us is a beauty that none could ever surpass.

Still existing, still majestic, still surreal.

We are on a high cliff, and just below we can see everything. In front of us, just beneath the cliff, lays the uncivilized view, of the healthy and green trees on a nurtured land and mountains. One of those few areas that's still left untouched by humans.

Very pristine, so natural, very pleasing to look at.

And I also couldn't stop myself but to be in awe of the place again.

My already shoulder-leveled hair is swaying with the wind, as well as Rene's hair and clothes. At times like this, I couldn't stop but think that it was the people who ruins everything. That the world would be a better place without humans.

I can see and hear different kinds of birds, flying merrily on the horizon. Being here, together with him again, brought flashbacks of my past adventures.

We both climbed up here once. He made me witness this fascinating scenery above when he is still a simple sword mentor in my eyes. He asked my father to let him take me somewhere I would love. He carried me on his back until the top and we both smiled merrily at each other when we finally reached its beauty. Though both tired, none can ever surpass the awe that journey made us touch. It was priceless. I felt so grateful before because he allowed me to visit this. That is one of those memories I will always treasure in my heart.

And I would always be grateful for this, even with all the changes that took place.

In the place and between its two guests.

Now, we are here again, but with different roles and aims in my mind. I am not that kid anymore and he is not my simple sword mentor before. We are also not here to just appreciate the beauty of the place. We are here to train, to kill.

He faced me and my eyes immediately flew to his scars. He pulled his sword out.

"Let's start," he initiated so I dropped my things on the ground to also pull mine.

I walked, allowing a distance away from him. His eyes inspected my position and my hand on the sword. He waited for me, to confirm if this is how I wanted to position myself and the sword.

"Are you sure with that stance?" he asked me nonchalantly.

"Yes," I affirmed, and I watched him mock me for it.

He immediately swayed his sword on me.

The blade cut me on my arm swiftly.

I understand that he is pointing out how my sword is not shielding me properly from a possible attack, but he should have just warned me about it! That sword is freaking sharp!

My eyes flew to the blood in his sword. I am aware that Rene attacked me lightly than he should, but the sharpness of his sword doesn't want to leave my skin unscarred. That sword is always coming for something and it is favoring none.

"You should not be stiff while holding out your sword," he lectured me, looking really serious right now.

"Again," he announced, so I renewed my hold, trying my best to block his, but he still found a hole in it.

A cut on my other arm is given to me again.

I stepped back and repositioned my sword again. I made sure that my stance would not make a hole as my defense against his attack, but he is not just looking for an opportunity to attack my arms.

He is targeting all of me.

He moved his sword again, cutting me in my shoulders. I hissed when that is a bit out of gentleness. Blood flowed out of it. A grave itch registered in my system. Not proud of myself, I gritted my teeth.

"Is that all you got? Your air when you asked me to train you doesn't stand a little on your performance now" he stated, belittling me.

I glared at him.

He is definitely not this hard on me when he is teaching me about swords before! Aware of my attitude, his sword hitted my sword away from my hands. It fell down on my feet. Almost cutting a toenail.

"Your glaring couldn't help you from dying," he added.

I picked up my sword fast and position it better again, but he grinned when he found another opportunity to attack me. I felt good when I blocked his first attack but that is short-lived because I failed on the second.

"Do your defense better!" he said louder this time.

Stressed at myself, I tried and tried again to improve my defense, but Rene is serious about our 'training' so he made sure I will learn from him, even if it means I have to gain lots of cuts and bleed a lot of blood.

We spent hours, and he didn't stop until he saw some development on my defense. I am able to keep up with him and I can now block his first, second to fifth attack, but he is still not very impressed with it. We both know that he is still doing it easy for me.

It is just that easy part. More like a pre-test. A recall of what I know.

He even called me a weakling in the middle of it. The word 'me' and 'weakling' seemed to complement each other in his view.

"We are doing this again tomorrow, I am still not happy about your defense," he stated, placing back the sword in its container in a blink.

The sun is already setting when he decided to call it a day.

I nodded and sat down on the ground, tired of all our movements, while he remained standing up, looking in front, bloodless. I just couldn't beat a pro.

I roamed my eyes on my body and I am reminded of how ignorant I am with swords compared to him.

We stayed silent, watching the sunset happen. It is already beautiful down there, but watching it above gives me a better view of it. The colors of the sky, the shadow it allowed, and the fading brightness complemented each other so much that I wanted to just paint it.

If only I have a paintbrush and palette with me now.

But I am with a sword. And it is my blood that is painting the ground.

"What is your reason for this?" His eyes not being torn infront.

My thought is interrupted because in the middle of our silence and the setting sun, Rene chose to ask me a question.

I didn't answer him back. It is obvious that he knows my reason. Everyone knows it.

I've been declaring it all my life.

"Revenge is never a good reason to fight."