Chapter: ~ Transported to another world ~ 5

Hello, here I am again -. - After a hundred years! Sorry that the next part is only now coming ... A big THANK YOU again to you for the comments! <br />
Well, have fun reading! <br />
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Chapter 5 In Tears <br />
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Ryoko stuffs a leg of chicken into her mouth and smacks: "Where do you get this great food from here?" Kaori just grimaces. "Secret sources. You'll find out in these twelve months." <br />
"Fine. I'm going to sleep now! Night!" The woman nods and continues poking around in her rice. The thirteen-year-old shuffles into the little house, yawning. ~ Is there a shower here too? ~ She rubs her eyes and lies down on the bed. ~ I hope you can sleep comfortably here! ~ <br />
So three and a half months pass. Ryoko can finally hold her sword properly, since it is very large, and can already handle it. Defense is no longer a problem. Her condition is improved every day and some days she just has to do perfectly normal housework.She literally "cut off" her hair while exercising at elbow length. But she only said that a new haircut was needed anyway. Kaori mostly snaps at them and yet they get along very well. <br />
Miyuki has a few other problems. Your trainer doesn't look too bad. She tries to ignore Tristan as best she can, but his bare upper body doesn't often help. He takes it off during training because it can get quite warm. He also lets Miyuki do whatever she wants and she uses THAT shamelessly. But this is Tristan's tactic and since she takes a lot out of it, she fell right into his trap. One day he stands in front of her when she is making new jewelry out of precious stones. "My patience is at the end, you spoiled brat! Are you crazy or what? Do you think this is a beauty camp? No, you don't say anything now! Do you realize that you are acting totally stupid?"Do you know why you are here "<br />
The sixteen-year-old blushes with shame and anger, just looks at him with hatred and disappears into the forest. ~ Tz and I believed she has the urge to fight and is not that cowardly. Everyone runs away from discussions! I'll stop by Kaori, maybe I can provoke Miyuki that her sister trains better than she does. But first I have to know how this ryoko is doing. ~ Tristan takes his black tiger, which is the size of a horse, and rides towards the mountains. <br />
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Meanwhile, Ryoko is sitting on a stone and holding her sword in the sun. She thinks about what else it can do. Kaori thinks it has hidden powers. But the girl has the feeling that only the sword grows with her. Suddenly a cloud of dust shoots from the valley to the mountain top. ~ What kind of bird is that? ~, she thinks gruffly and goes to Kaori, who is standing there calmly and looking at the whirled up sand."Who is that?" She asks her trainer suspiciously and yet relatively bored. "Tristan, your sister's trainer. He seems to have something on his mind!" She says mockingly. The man jumps off his mount and lands elegantly in front of the two "women". He greets with a small lift of his hand and examines the pupil of his more or less archenemy. "I need to talk to you for a minute!" He asks the older woman and follows her into the house. “What is it?” When they have sat down, the young man, named Tristan, begins to describe his problem. "Aha and you want to see how Ryoko does?" "Yes" Kaori nods slowly. “Okay, but don't disturb the training!” A grin flits across his lips and she yells outside: “Ryoko! Get ready! We're training!” She adds, a little more quietly. "Then I want to show you how to teach correctly!" <br />
With joy she chases the girl over the stones. However, this only thinks.~ The old woman just wants to show this slimy guy who is better! ~ <br />
"Okay Ryoko! Now do a few dry exercises with your sword!" ~ If I want to be a good swordsman, I guess I have to listen to her. ~ She sighs briefly and suddenly shrinks back. ~ What was that? That looked like black hair !? But I don't know anyone with that hair color ... Strange ... Well, it shouldn't really interest me. ~ <br />
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In the evening Tristan leaves the mountains and turns his back on them. The evergreen valley lies in front of him. ~ Ryoko is much more advanced and experienced in combat than Miyuki! I should really press the tube! Well Miyuki! Dress warmly! ~ <br />
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We turn back the time, it's morning again and Miyuki is wandering through the dense forest. ~ That idiot! How can he be so crazy ?! My God! I hate fighting, I hate war!I hate everything here! I want to go back home and lead a normal life! ~ Her eyes welled up and Miyuki lets them flow. Sobbing, she runs out into the open country between the mighty trees. Suddenly she trips over a root and falls on the dusty ground. She claws her fingers in the sand and she wets the small stones with her tears. "Why? I don't want to anymore! I have no strength to stay in this world ... I'm at the end of my nerves! Damn it, I just don't want to anymore!" She screamed the soul out of her throat and now just cries . A siluette stands out from the stony plain. She radiates a negative energy. A black aura surrounds the now male figure. Leather straps adorn his neck and the dark hair flatters his face and underlines the shining eyes. It's ... Dark. The warrior of darkness and strides towards the whimpering, sad woman. As soon as she lifts her head, the signs of the black angel disappear.A low whisper, as delicate as a breath of wind, caresses his ears. The Hell Queen's servant kneels down to Miyuki. “Girl, what happened?” He speaks to her calmly so as not to scare her. <br />
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"I ... it ...", she falls silent and digs into his shirt. He carefully closes his arms around the trembling young woman. "Psch, calm down! Everything is fine." Dark gives her consolation for a long time and speaks gently to her. Then she tries to explain why she is here, dissolved, her emotions flood Miyuki and make her cry again. Dark understands and pulls her to her feet. He takes her face in his hands and looks her straight in the eye. "Now listen, little one! Sometimes life turns out differently the way you want it to and this has just happened to you ... with you. Do you understand what I want to say to you?" endless sad shimmer. "I ... am not at all suitable for fighting!I was always interested in something else. Never war or weapons. And ... "Dark prevented her from continuing by putting his index finger on her mouth." Now stop! You have to take it! After all, your sister has to adapt too! Maybe it's not easy for her either, but she doesn't show it… Come on, go back and train as hard as you can. I'll be with you, but you won't see me ... If you call me I'll come. I'll watch you so go now and don't say you met me! "His hand briefly brushes her cheek and he turns around, leaves. Miyuki wipes the tears from his face and thinks resolutely. ~ I will keep fighting! I will prove to Dark that I am not weak! Thank you for that! ~ You is on his way back to training and Tristan. <br />
He is looking around in a bewildered manner. ~ Where did she go? ~ Suddenly a serious voice sounds from behind him, which undoubtedly belongs to Miyuki."Are you looking for someone? I realized that I have to fight! So, please train me!" "Why the sudden change of heart?" "What is that to you?" Her trainer shrugs and walks with her to the training ground. <br />
Another two months pass. Miyuki blossoms completely and often speaks to Dark, who comes when she calls him. On a cool spring evening, the sixteen-year-old girl bathes in one of the hot springs. ~ The training was again exhausting ... ~ A sigh escapes her throat. ~ But I promised Dark ... Speaking of Dark ... Doesn't he watch me around the minute ??? Um ... ~ She quickly dips her body further into the water and looks around uncertainly. A tall figure sits behind a thick bush and looks over at the spring. ~ Too bad ... I almost saw something ... ~ Dark has propped his chin on one hand and is looking at Miyuki's face. ~ She seems to have noticed that someone is here ... ~ <br />** ~ ** ~ ** ~ ** ~ ** ~ ** ~ ** <br />
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So ... that's it for today! As always, I'm looking forward to clerks !! <br />