🇬🇧 Dance of Wooden Swords 🧡⚔️🖤

Another day at the hot springs passed, and the sky began to be painted in the fiery shades of evening. After recent meditations, Yuka and the Doctor felt an unprecedented surge of strength — their auras became denser and more obedient 🧘‍♂️ In search of something interesting, they began to rummage through the corners of the old guest house, until among a pile of dusty junk, Yuka came across a large scroll, from under which a long wooden hilt protruded 📜🗡 — Look what I found! — she exclaimed, pulling the find into the light. The Plague Doctor turned around and saw how Yuka 🦊, gracefully grabbing the wooden sword 🗡, skillfully spun a "figure eight" in the air 💨 The whistle of the wood cut through the silence — Cool... Those are just training swords, — he replied with obvious sarcasm 😏, crossing his arms over his chest. — You won't fight much with those 😅 — Oh, really 😈? — she threw back defiantly 🦊 Without waiting for an answer, Yuka with a lightning-fast movement 🗡 landed a short sword strike right on his arm 🫳. The Doctor didn't even have time to react ⚡💥 He immediately began to massage the bruised spot, hiding a grimace of pain under his mask — And look... it worked, — Yuka laughed — How did it go in one of your books? "Wisdom comes through pain"? 🦊📖 This chuckle became a spark ✨ The Doctor approached her almost point-blank, so close that she felt the cold of his mask and the warmth of his breath. Her heart began to beat faster ❤️‍🔥, when he sharply grabbed the blade of the wooden sword with his hand and whispered 👄 in her very ear: — Well, my "Rosa var Attre"... let's see what you are capable of in a real fight. Let's go outside, I'll give you a few lessons 🤫 — And do you, "witcher," know how to fence? — she asked ironically 🦊, following him. — No, but I learned a few things from my younger brother... he is a true master in everything at least somehow connected with war ⚔️👤 — You never told me you had a family... — Yuka 🦊 froze for a moment. — Will I ever see him? — Better not, — he cut off shortly, and a shadow of the past slipped into his voice. — Well, shall we go? 🌑🚶‍♂️ Against the background of the sunset 🌅, which flooded the yard with liquid gold, these two sparred for hours. Together they unrolled an old scroll, studied complex patterns of techniques, and practiced them right there ⚔️. Yuka 🦊 was a surprisingly capable student: her movements became more and more precise, and her lunges more confident. The Doctor moved like a shadow, gently correcting her stance and the direction of the strikes. Although his face was securely hidden by the mask, Yuka 🦊 knew for sure — he was smiling 🤭. She saw it by how his gaze softened and felt it through their shared rhythm. He was proud of her, and this recognition was more precious than any treasures in the world 💎💞