7: Battle With Swords, Second Loss Of The Inherited Weapons.

He didn't know how to feel at that moment; everything had been moving toward him making decent developments.

This woman, without a care in the world as to how hard it had been for him, had said one of the worst things he had yet to hear from her.

Not once had she even come to stand by his side during all his struggles. When did she even care about him?

She began showing her hatred towards him right from the day he was born; she never came to see him after he turned two and that was the last time he had ever felt her again.

" Honestly, you're pathetic."

" What does she want from me now?" He thought, his body trembling greatly in fear.

She slowly turned her gaze towards him with a stern expression on her face,

" Get up... now."

He slowly got up, his trembling legs visibly.

" Hand them to him, Lisa, you spar with him."

With that, she slowly walked away and one of the servants quickly brought a wooden sword to him.

He took the wooden training equipment, looking around to see who it was his mother was referring to; it was obviously a lady based on the name she mentioned.

Slowly, the person who Olivia had mentioned began walking towards him; a black-haired girl with striking blue eyes.

He slowly bowed his head slightly,

" Nice meeting you."

" Begin!"

That was his mother's voice from the side, just after he had made his gestures.

Though it was feminine, the mere sound left even the girl flinching in fear; his mother's fearsome presence wasn't giving him alone goosebumps.

Quickly, they both backed away slightly and bowed their heads slightly before each other before taking their respective stances.

He simply did whatever it was she was doing, raising their swords above their head; the kendo art; a Japanese art of swordplay which involved the use of sticks made of bamboo.

Due to their method of usage, it wouldn't be wrong to classify them as wooden training swords.

He quickly charged towards her, aiming to land a hit as quickly as possible.

What he saw next left him speechless, reflexes beyond his average imagination; she moved her sword such that he wasn't able to take notice of when it moved.

His sword was broken in two and he was still caught in a daze as her sword rested by the left side of his neck.

This wasn't a challenge, no one could see it as one; just him getting his ass whooped.

He couldn't help but grit his teeth as he slowly turned his gaze towards his cruel mother.

She had already begun slowly moving towards him, taking each step with such a majestic outburst.

" Very well then, I'll see to you myself."

" I hope it's not what I think it is." He thought, quickly looking away.

This was his first day here and it was quickly turning into his worst, so much so that he couldn't help but curse himself for even heeding her invitation.

" You may use any weapons you want, but... bear in mind that your only goal is to land a single attack on me, with what and wherever you wish."

" Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse than what just happened."

What he just needed didn't need to be repeated; his swords instantly appeared in his hands and he slowly looked up at her.

She looked up at him as well, her gaze as cold as it always was.

She quickly turned her gaze away from him and walked towards the center of the room.

" This is where it all counts. I know I'm bound to lose but it all depends on how long I stand against her."

With one last gaze at him, she heaved a sigh and signed the start of his challenge.

" Begin."

Though less of a shout this time, her voice still echoed throughout the entire room, leaving the servants present standing on their toes.

Letting go of all his fears, he charged straight towards her.

She stood calmly, gazing at him as he came forward; her eyes glowed for a moment as a white outline appeared around her pupils.

" The soul gaze." He thought with a slight gasp.

The outline went away as soon as it appeared but the slight distraction it had caused came at a great cost; his sword swing was sloppy, his sword almost flung out of his hand.

She raised her right hand slightly, hitting away the sword from the edge with the tip of her forefinger; the resulting force in her defense left him sliding to the other side as he tried hard to hold onto his sword.

" The sudden activation of her visual class's specification just now, she just gauged me for some reason." He thought, charging towards her once again.

He wasn't planning on winning, nor was he planning on fighting her; twenty minutes was all he needed and he would be able to create a scene good enough to leave an impression.

He went for another slash, unleashing the wrath of both his swords at the same time; the right-handed blade went upwards while the other was projected towards the lower part of her body.

With this, he was certain he would be able to at least be a bit closer to success; her ability wasn't active and thus reduced her winning probabilities greatly.

The only thing he heard was *a clang* before his right-handed sword descended on the other and forced it to the ground; his hands were bound for a moment and he had to watch as his weapons shattered to pieces.

Reacting to the momentum; his eyes widened in shock and a loud gasp escaped from his mouth; it was the time he was allowed.

His right shoulder was grabbed, and dragged with so much force that it resulted in a crack and a loud scream from him.

" Ahhhhhh!"

" Take him away... Useless!"