Clank!
Click!
Wooden swords clashed in the air, creating loud noises from the force behind them. Akira and Maki flashed around the training yard, moving rapidly while clashing swords, trying to tag the other with it.
"When you stab with the sword, don't overreach your hands!" Akira jumped to the side of a stab, and with a quick movement of his hand, the tip of his sword grazed Maki's underbelly, tagging her.
With Akira's talent to master any martial arts or skill with a single glance, and then improve them with his talent and Demon Brain combined, he instantly learned swordsmanship from Maki.
After defeating her with swordsmanship alone, Maki realised she was less skilled, and asked him to train her in swordsmanship and spearmanship.
Of course, learning these weapons is not because Akira wants to use any of them. He is more biased towards pure martial arts, because any weapon in his hand is as weak as a toothpick.
Swords, or other weapons, would shatter from a single swing from him. Of course, there are exceptions to that, like Special Grade cursed tools, but Akira couldn't get one even if he wanted to.
"I know that!" Maki panted as she replied crankily, but still did as Akira instructed. She pulled back, her core tightening as she used footwork to get close instead of overreaching.
Bang!
A barrage of sword strikes struck towards Akira with breathtaking momentum, not allowing him to get closer or leave unless he backs up from the strikes.
'Ha! I got you now-'
Before Maki can finish her thoughts of victory, Akira's eyes narrowed as he instantly saw through her pattern, noticing a tiny gap in her sword strikes that many would miss.
Swoosh!
Bang!
A silver light burst through that tiny gap, striking Maki in her right shoulder, causing her to be pushed back violently. Her hand shook from effort and strain as she felt her palm around the sword loosen.
'H-How did he see through that gap?! Even I didn't see it, and I was the one who was attacking!' Maki clenched her teeth in a daze as she looked at Akira before her with conflicting emotions.
"Good job, if you continue improving like this, you'll surpass my skill. However, due to some missteps, you created a gap in your attacks. Footwork is important in swordsmanship, not just swinging the sword."
Akira instructed, and Maki nodded as she grasped her sword with both hands, pure concentration on her sweat-slicked face. She surged forward, this time making sure to pay more attention to her footwork.
Bang!
Akira smiled in satisfaction as their swords clashed again. This time, Maki was closer and faster.
'Even though he says I'll surpass him, he doesn't even look like he is trying!' Maki grumbled in her mind as she moved to the side like a cheetah, her sword lashing out like a bolt of lightning towards Akira's blind spot.
Bang!
Maki's eyes widened as Akira threw his sword like a boomerang towards his back, the tip of her sword hitting the hilt, and throwing it right back into Akira's hand.
"Wow! That move was so cool! I also want to learn it from you, Akira" From the sidelines, Yuka's eyes shone with amazement as she watched Akira and Maki train, her eyes focused more on Akira than anything.
Akira smirked, spinning around and tapping Maki's forehead gently as she was dazed, tagging her for the third time during this training match, and winning the spar in the process.
"Looks like I win the match again, Maki. But you lasted at least a minute longer than when we started," Putting his sword away, Akira complimented Maki, who merely shrugged as she put away her sword as well.
Maki reached up to wipe away the sweat on her forehead, causing her sweat-soaked clothes to cling to her body. Akira's eyes stopped, tracking her body for a second before he looked away.
'Damn, her curves might be as good as Yuka's...' Akira compared in his mind, feeling his body heat up from his thoughts. He looked away awkwardly, not wanting to look like a perv.
"I'll go get a shower now. And don't forget about our afternoon trip wiht the others!" Maki looked at Akira with a satisfied smirk, noticing the way his eyes wandered over her body.
"Yeah, I won't forget about it, so you don't need to worry about me being late," Akira nodded while rubbing the back of his head, watching as Maki walked off, her hips swaying a bit more than usual.
From the side, Yuka watched while licking an ice cream, a real swrod placed across her lap. It was given to her by Gojo and was told to run her cursed energy through it.
She was doing just as he said, a palm constantly on the hilt of the sword as she ran her cursed energy through the sword. Her cursed energy control was also better, and this is due to Akira.
She was trying to turn the sword into a cursed tool.
Normally, that would take months of processing for any other sorcerer since their cursed energy is not large. However, for Yuka, whose cursed energy is twice as much as Gojo's, it will barely take a week.
And it's due to Akira.
Using his Demon Brain and X-ray to examine Yuka as she trains, he created a better training plan for her, allowing her to improve her cursed energy control much faster, along with increasing her efficiency.
Walking to Yuka, Akira sat down next to her on the soft grass hill, with Yuka instantly resting her head on his shoulder, not bothered by his sweat in the slightest.
"How's the process of turning the sword into a cursed tool?" Akira sked while opening a water bottle and taking a deep swig, quenching his thirst from training.
"It's not bad, I already turned it 60% into a cursed tool! But the rest of the metal is still normal and can't injure cursed spirits," Yuka explained as she drew her sword from its sheath.
The sword was a Katana, forged from very hard metals and by good blacksmiths. The tip and below looked normal, while from the hilt down, the blade shone with a white shine.
"I wonder if I'll be able to burn my cursed technique into the weapon... If I could, maybe I could create another one for you!" Yuka looked at her Katana with a soft glance before turning to Akira with hope.
"I don't know about that, Yuka. But since cursed tools with cursed techniques engraved in them exist, it should be possible for you to do it," Akira chuckled as he reached up, rubbing Yuka's head gently.
Yuka closed her eyes, pushing her head up against Akira's palm as she enjoyed his rubs. The two stayed there for a few more minutes, enjoying the sun together before getting up.
Akira went to take a shower before dressing in his uniform. He, the boys, Maki and Yuka were going to Tokyo on a trip since they had a week of vacation.
There is nothing fun to do on campus, so they are bored.
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Leaving a Power Stone!