Opening the door at the end of a short passage, the refreshing scent of the
annually refurbished floors welcomed Eugeo. Standing still, he was about to
inhale it in before he stopped his breath. He could sense a faint, sticky smell
mixed into the air.
When he got out of the small changing room, into the practice arena, those
foreboding feelings turned to reality.
The two male students positioned right in the middle of the vast wooden
floor noticed Eugeo and turned to look at him with blunt scowls. Perhaps in
the midst of style practice, one of them stayed still with his wooden sword
held aloft, while the other was adjusting his stance, but then both of them
dropped their arms in an unnatural motion.
You don't have to be that cautious, I won't be stealing your techniques;
muttering that thought in his mind, Eugeo simply gave a light nod and
started walking towards a corner of the practice arena. He figured they
would ignore him as usual, but for some reason, the ones who came earlier
took a step forward and opened their mouths to speak tonight.
"My, Swordsman-in-training Eugeo... you're alone tonight?"
The one who called out was the man with his sword raised overhead. A
garish red uniform covered his burly and tall body while his long and wavy
blonde hair hung down. A delighted smile settled on his well-ordered face
lacking any flaws, but that intentional pause after «Eugeo»[1] was to call
attention to Eugeo's origins as a peasant with no family name
Opening the door at the end of a short passage, the refreshing scent of theannually refurbished floors welcomed Eugeo. Standing still, he was about toinhale it in before he stopped his breath. He could sense a faint, sticky smellmixed into the air.When he got out of the small changing room, into the practice arena, thoseforeboding feelings turned to reality.The two male students positioned right in the middle of the vast woodenfloor noticed Eugeo and turned to look at him with blunt scowls. Perhaps inthe midst of style practice, one of them stayed still with his wooden swordheld aloft, while the other was adjusting his stance, but then both of themdropped their arms in an unnatural motion.You don't have to be that cautious, I won't be stealing your techniques;muttering that thought in his mind, Eugeo simply gave a light nod andstarted walking towards a corner of the practice arena. He figured theywould ignore him as usual, but for some reason, the ones who came earliertook a step forward and opened their mouths to speak tonight."My, Swordsman-in-training Eugeo... you're alone tonight?"The one who called out was the man with his sword raised overhead. Agarish red uniform covered his burly and tall body while his long and wavyblonde hair hung down. A delighted smile settled on his well-ordered face lacking any flaws, but that intentional pause after «Eugeo»[1] was to callattention to Eugeo's origins as a peasant with no family name
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