"Goood Morning..!!" My father shouted loudly as he burst in through the door of my room.
He rushed to the bed to wake me up only to find me out like the light. The same for the girl who slept beside me last night. On sight, he ceased all movement and fell silent.
"What a weird way to sleep. I didn't think sleeping positions evolved during the ages. Or are they a unique case?" The man put down his sword and became thoughtful.
As he said, the sleeping position right now was rather.... incriminating. No no no, let's go with... not normal.
Kendal hugged my leg along with the blanket. A part of her body rested on mine. Her left leg under my shirt. And I spread myself fully open on the bed.
While Kendal's clothes were fully on I can't really say the same for me. How can I say this... my pants were halfway down on one side.
And yes, the old man was just standing there. He wasn't surprised. It was as if he wanted to fully grasp the situation.
He tilted his head from side to side to take in the picture before him.
"Oh darling, what is taking you so long? And why did you fall quiet all of a sudden. I was sure you were--" my mother came in after him.
She also halted and her gaze darted between her husband and us- the sleeping duo.
"I guess he was right about sleeping alone. I'm sure this is going to make him very displeased when he wakes up. Should we move them properly?" She said and walked closer to the bed.
Before she would touch either of us, Kendal stirred in her sleep. Her movement was restricting to me and disturbing to say the least.
I was pulled out of my sleep. The first thing I saw was the frozen and guilty expression my mother wore. My father feigned a smile and picked up his sword.
"Time for your sword lesson son." He innocently said as he raised the blade higher.
"Good morning dear. I was just about to wake you up. You know how impatient your father is. He just couldn't wait to train you. Come now, let's get you ready." Mother said.
Instead of saying anything, I just walked out of bed and went to release some pent up water. We didn't do much after that.
The weird feelings were lifted. We had our baths one after the other. Or in different rooms. I definitely made sure to not share a bath with Kendal.
The family breakfast followed. Emma was home, I guess she came back in the night. I don't really know. But for some reason, I wasn't angry with her.
This might just be the results of being a child. I held no grudges whatsoever.
Following that, father took me to the training ground. Kendal wasn't a bookworm. And she wasn't that smart as I saw it. So she ended up coming along with us. But she just stood on the bench by the side.
A supply of training tools for me were, a helmet and a wooden sword. For some reason, he thinks it's useless to wear body armour if a warrior isn't holding a shield.
"So, your training begins now. Hold up your blade." My father said. He gestured for me to imitate the stance.
Holding the blade with both hands. The right foot back. I took the stance and we charged forth.
My father loosened his grip and used a single one hand to handle his blade. He slashed his blade.
Our swords clashed and with a huge force, he sent me crushing back. I rolled over and coughed a little.
The man realised he did a little too much. His body shrunk as he hissed.
"Oh dear, Heather is gonna kill me if he's wounded." He muttered to himself. I guess every man fears their wives above anything.
"Hey buddy, are you okay? I hope you're not hurt." He walked over to me a little worried.
"I'm fine dad. Let's continue with the training."I got up.
The truth is, I definitely felt that. But I wanted the sword. I wanted to learn and tame.
I held my blade and tightened my grip. My old man smiled confidently and held up his. Like before I charged at him.
He struck me a couple tens of times. But I didn't relent.
He struck my legs and even dripped me. He dodged my strikes, blocked some. His actions were casual.
Day after day, week after week and before we knew it, a month had passed. My body had gotten accustomed to the training.
My stamina had improved. My skills were still somewhat poor. But I had learned to analyse and react to strikes and different fight patterns. My body was not fighting to its best.
I knew that I needed a way to battle without holding back. I had to find different ways to achieve that. I had a sealing bracelet after all.
Even if I removed it, it might not be too useful in sword fights.
So days went by, and it was the day for a trial against my father again. He used them as a way to test my development.
"You're ready right? I'm starting to get tired of beating you." He said as he held his blade high.
"Yes father. At least today, I'll land a strike." I answered him confidently. This time I was certain of such an outcome.
"That's the spirit. If you hit me once, I'll get you a good gift for the next birthday this month. You might even spend more time with Kendal." He said with a smile.
Honestly, this old man was a bit too free. How can you say such things to your son? Maybe its just nobility, who knows?
I held my blade with my left hand. I dashed towards him without hesitation. He struck my sword, but this time, I was not blown away.