Hidden Scars

The morning sun bathed the spacious campus of the new academy in a warm, golden light. A sea of students, clad in a variety of outfits and uniforms, streamed briskly toward their classrooms. My school uniform, an ensemble of pristine white shirt, dark blue blazer with ornate gold accents, a carefully tied tie, dark blue trousers, and polished leather shoes, felt both familiar and like armor.

Every step I took, accompanied by the warming rays of the sun, was reflected in the golden decorations of my uniform, as if they told the stories of the Academy itself.

The morning began with the lively hustle and bustle on campus. Thoughts about the day ahead mingled with the ever-present sounds of students eagerly making their way to the classrooms. "A new day, new challenges,"

I thought, feeling a mixture of anticipation and determination. The warm rays of sunshine caressed my face and a light wind carried the scent of spring into the air.

My Sister, in her feminine school uniform look, walked through the campus with a graceful ease. Her outfit, consisting of a white dress with a harmoniously checked skirt, a deep blue cummerbund with ornate gold accents, an elaborately decorated dark blue blazer jacket and a matching tie, emphasized not only her elegance, but also her individuality. As a female student, she wore the choice between knee-high boots with yellow cross. The sun's rays played with the golden accents as if they were telling their own story of strength and grace.

Separation for our school day was inevitable. There were lively discussions in my class, which was influenced by the tradition and history of the school. The classroom, a place that carried the past, was evident in heavy wooden benches and the pleasant smell of old books. The tiredness tugging at my eyes as I tried to focus on the teacher's words. The gentle rustling of leaves streamed in through the half-open window, combining with thoughts of days gone by.

During class, my thoughts wandered to the upcoming sword fighting exercises. "Physical strength and mental focus," said the teacher. The sword, a legacy of ancient tradition, felt heavy in my hands. "How can I further improve my skills?" I asked myself, looking around the classroom. The gentle rustling of leaves in the wind could be heard outside.

My Sister, on the other hand, found herself in a futuristic classroom. Modern architecture and interactive displays characterized their surroundings. Electronic devices hummed and students' animated discussions echoed off the walls. Birds sang their songs outside as My Sister immersed herself in the world of technology, synchronizing her thoughts with the latest developments.

The school day was intense and demanding, especially the sword fighting training. The experienced sword master led the exercises, and the clash of swords filled the training hall. The physical exertion was palpable, and my mind was fully focused on the sword movements and the Master's wisdom. With every deft strike and smooth counterattack, I felt my skills develop, my senses sharpened.

During training I felt the fatigue in my muscles. "Can I keep this up?" I doubted briefly. But the memory of the goal of becoming stronger motivated me. "One step at a time," I told myself and focused back on the exercises. The hall was filled with the sounds of swords and the heavy breathing of the students.

My Sister, on the other hand, viewed the training as a journey of self-improvement. In numerous fights against her classmates, she demonstrated not only her skill and strength, but also her determination to constantly excel. During training sessions, their rapid movements swept through the hall, and the clap of swords echoed like a powerful melody.

After an eventful day, I left campus clueless, not knowing that my sister wouldn't be by my side. Facing the afternoon sun, the hustle and bustle of students permeated the air. My mind wandered as I moved through the crowd, and I couldn't ignore the growing unease. The sounds of footsteps mingled with the rustling of leaves, and I felt the sun slowly making its way towards the horizon, its golden rays bathing the sky in warm colors. At that moment, a feeling of loneliness permeated my thoughts and I wondered what the rest of the day would be like.

What I didn't know is that the day at school had left my sister tired, and the weight of her thoughts was heavy on her shoulders, but there was still something weighing on her. After class, feeling a pressing need for solitude, she went to the majestic tree on the edge of campus that she had chosen as a quiet sanctuary.

When she reached the tree, it was as if the world around her stopped for a moment. The golden evening sun bathed the scene in warm light, but there was a certain darkness reflected in her eyes. The redness of the setting sun painted a painful contrast to the injury on her hand.

My Sister sat down on a branch and the sudden memory of the painful wound flashed through her. It was as if the pain suddenly became more intense, as if reality was slamming down on her with full force. The scar pulsed in time with her aching heart.

I, unaware of what was happening in her inner world, saw My Sister instinctively press her hand against her ribcage, as if to dispel the throbbing discomfort. The fear she was experiencing at that moment was reflected in her eyes.

The thought that this wound could cause more than just physical pain plagued her. It was as if the uncertainty of how deep this injury ran was tormenting her. The sudden existence of this scar, so painful and unexpected, fueled her fears.

My Sister felt the shadows of the trees settling over her and dusk slowly falling. She felt isolated from the world, lost in her own worries. The possibility that this wound could be fatal lingered in her mind.

As she sat in the tree, holding her hand and looking into the distance, My Sister felt tears welling up in her eyes. She didn't want me to know about her injury so as not to burden me with her own burden. But the uncertainty about the future symbolized by that scar weighed heavily on her.

Unnoticed, I approached the tree and climbed up. When she spotted me, surprise and joy flashed across her features. "Takeshi!" she blurted out, a mix of surprise and joy in her voice. Her eyes widened and there was a hint of disbelief in her look.

"It's you?" She almost whispered, as if she was having trouble believing I was actually sitting in the tree in front of her. The tension on her face slowly gave way to a smile of relief.

I smiled softly and nodded. "Yeah, I'm here. Thought I could watch the sunset with my sister." The look in her eyes, too

her smile seemed forced for a moment, and I couldn't miss the hint of vulnerability in her eyes. "I thought I'd enjoy the view up here. Didn't expect any company," she tried to sound casual.

She took a deep breath and there was a hint of surprise in her eyes. "You really scared me, you know that?" she said, but there was a hint of mischief in her eyes. "I thought I was alone up here with my thoughts."

"Sorry, that wasn't my intention," I replied sincerely. "I didn't want to scare you, just keep you company."

At that moment it was as if a small crack had appeared in her facade. "Are you okay, My Sister?" I asked carefully, feeling my concern growing.

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Just lost in my thoughts, you know? It's been a long day."

As I sat down in the tree next to her, I couldn't ignore that there was more than she was letting on. "You can talk to me about anything, you know that, right?" I said softly, hoping she would open up.

My Sister met my gaze, and for a moment I saw a hint of vulnerability. "I appreciate that, Takeshi," she replied quietly. "Sometimes it's just hard to put everything into words."

We sat there in a familiar silence, the fading sunlight bathing us in a warm glow. Deep down, I felt there was something My Sister wanted to share, but for now she found comfort in our quiet presence in the tree as the sun dipped below the horizon.

The siblings left the academy at the end of the day, the atmosphere filled with rumors. The Scarface gang had struck again, and teachers warned of possible threats. My Sister and I exchanged worried glances.

We chatted animatedly as we walked through the busy streets of the city. The hustle and bustle around us created an atmosphere of community and energy.

My Sister observed the passers-by and said: "It's fascinating how diverse the people are here. Everyone has their own story." As we strolled through the city, I thought, "Yes, and we have our own story to write."

I spotted a burger stand and my eyes lit up. "How about an impromptu burger stop? I'm sure that'll keep us going."

My Sister laughed. "Why not? A burger sounds perfect." We found a bench in the city park and I made my way to the burger stand.

While I was away, My Sister enjoyed the lively surroundings. When I returned with the fragrant burgers , I said, "Here are your favorites. Extra cheese, extra pickles, right?"

My Sister took the burger and winked. "You know my taste well, brother." Together we bit into the juicy burgers and enjoyed the taste.

My sister was lost in thought as she sat on the bench. and I sensed that something was still bothering her, despite the happy atmosphere during the day. I didn't want to allow My Sister to continue drowning in her pain, so I decided to follow up compassionately.

"Takeshi..." My Sister began quietly, as if hesitant to share her feelings.

I sat down next to her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong, My Sister? You still seem so sad."

My Sister looked at her hand, at the scar that lay hidden there. A moment of silence hung in the air before she finally spoke. "It's just... the scar. The pain is unbearable sometimes and I wonder how deep it really goes."

I felt the pain in her words and the uncertainty about the future. I took her hand tightly and said lovingly, "If you want to talk, I'm here for you, no matter what."

My Sister's eyes widened and she leaned into me, and in that moment the siblings felt more connected than ever.

Surrounded by the lively atmosphere of the city, we strolled back to the apartment after dinner.

The streetlights illuminated the path as we entered the apartment building. The day's exhaustion reflected in our movements, and thoughts of the Scarface gang echoed in our minds.

After our little meal, we entered the apartment building, took the elevator up and entered our apartment.

By the time we got to the apartment, My Sister and I were feeling well-deserved tiredness. I sighed softly as I closed the door and My Sister continued to yawn. The atmosphere in the apartment was quiet, with only the quiet hum of electronics and the muffled noise of the city to be heard.

As we changed and prepared for our beds, my internal dialogues began. I thought about how I needed to strengthen myself, not just for myself, but also to protect My Sister. The warnings about the Scarface gang echoed in my head, and I vowed to do everything I could to defend my sister. "I won't let them be put in danger," I thought resolutely.

My sister, in turn, sat on the bed and let her thoughts wander. The idea of challenging the Scarface gang as training came like a spark in her head. She felt a strange determination, as if this was the way to prepare herself and become stronger.

"Maybe we should go there tonight," my sister thought as she looked out at the twinkling city lights. "An unconventional training, but I feel that it is necessary. It would be a very, very good training"

The idea of taking this walk as an exercise to test our skills filled her with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She looked at me, who was already lying on my bed, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. So she closed her eyes resolutely and with the determination to do what she wanted to do.