Zjjan Master 50 sp04 02 13, Criselia vs Jaino

Gravitated by the fright about those words that he has hear from Criselia, while his fear mixed by anger resultant to confusion that allover himself, Jaino gazes at Criselia, who's eye-catching to the others. Man, this is far that I can handle. She is, she's a monster. How, how can I avoid this situation. "Hey, Criselia. Stop talking nonsense. I'll comply with our agreement. This isn't what we'd talked about. Please, we can have this on private."

Crisilia walks as she slowly revolves, as she observes each person around as quick than how she moves. She becomes more eye catching. Even the soldiers amaze as they stare at her. "Jai—no, I'm not bluffing—" Jaino's feelings are gravitated. "—hello guards, can I barrow a dagger or a knife?"

A soldier walks as he says, "Ma'am. Stop making ruckus. You're both adults. This is not a good exhibit."

Slowly, the lady, Criselia, stares intently at the guard; she smiles.

Afraid by the outcome, Jaino commands, "Guards! Give her a dagger! And lend me a sword!"

Criselia rubs her finger into her lips as she stares at Jaino. Feeling her heart warming, her affection is tightening. Her teeth, she grips to her finger.

The soldiers are confused. "Sir, who are you to command us. And if you both don't stopped this immoral acts, we will force to arrest both of you."

Closing his eyes as he inhales. He exhales and he speaks, "I am, Jaino, son of Zahamara, a person who had succeed the third General, and has been cursed by the prince to be a permanent of service for his highness." The crowd mutters. The soldiers kneel and bow. Those boys, that are involve the ruckus earlier, merge to the crowd and become spectators.

The lady, Criselia, embraces her elbows and pillows her head to her shoulder. She smiles. "Oh, you're well-known."

Sweats are bearing on Jaino's forehead; he continues, "I demand all of you, to never near or approach this lady, or treat her deceitfully, either be friendly; she's in my care—"

Criselia smiles. That's kind of rude and lovely. How manly, I'll remember these words.

"—guards, give her what she's asked for, and lend me a sword."

"Sir, I don't know what both of you will about to do. Forgive us for not believing much. At least show us, your eternal seal." The soldiers' eyes are affixed at Jaino, who removes up his shirt and shows his back. Buried on his skin as still gleaming green, the wide circle seal with scribbles is glowing all over his back; the seal of the kingdom.

Speechless as the soldiers shake up their head, they give the requested equipments to Criselia and Jaino. Additionally, they have widened the area that will become a battle ring.

How can I defeat this monster..? I should secured to control her from the start.

If it weren't for my laziness, this thing would not happen.

Shit, I just want to live in freedom, and now I'm trying to save these people in this whole kingdom. Just, wow. It's crazy. Jaino poses his stance as he slightly lowers his body calibrating his energy for defense or attack. In a wide gap parallel from his neck, lying horizontally is his sword as his left fingers are leaning near above the tip of the sword.

The lady, Criselia, dashes forward fast.

She knows I'm just a norim, so she must not afraid attacking me head-on. But what if she'll really fake this. His eyes stop moving, as the woman has stopped with one feet maneuvering her balance, as both of the tips of their boots are kissing. They've stared each other's eyes.

Criselia smiles while Jaino's sweats slowly slide on his skin. The lady revolves counter clockwise behind him as her knife she aims to his neck. At the same time Jaino lowers his knees and body as he revolves clockwise as he throws his sword to his left hand as he swings his sword horizontally. The lady grabs his left wrist as she revolves counter clockwise vertically. And Jaino, with his right hand, captures the lady's hand that has the knife. He then revolves his sword on his hand. And when Criselia lands behind him, Jaino stands as his sword he has lying on her front; from her left waist to her other side shoulder. Criselia drops her knife and leans her back on Jaino's back. She smiles. "You're good."

Silence as everyone, some' mouth open and some' eyes blinking, amazes. Jaino asks, "You hold back."

"I'm just teasing and bluffing. Next, time I'll do something similar, just remember our agreement."

The sword violently rings onto the ground as Jaino kneels and props his hands onto the ground. Breathing and shaking, he closes his eyes and he leans his head to his wrist. He cries. I've just exposed my identity, shit. Why should it become like this. The consecutive claps by someone, and the sound clatters by the audiences' hands.

The soldiers go near and bow and kneel, and one of them says, "Sire, it's a honor for us soldiers to meet you in person. You've been our pride after we have heard your deeds and accomplishments. Although your exploits are forbidden of publicity. We bow to follow your footsteps, sir, for us ungifted."

"Oh, Jaino, I'll gonna love this," Criselia's words attract Jaino, who's wiping tears and sees her happily receiving those gifts from her newly fans. "I'll enjoy strolling and meet you later, see yah."

Jaino sighs. The child shows honored as the noble child apologizes on him. He stands up. "Guards, give me a path. I need to evaporate my trauma." And the guards struggle to resist the people, persistently trying to reach Jaino.

One of the people yells, "Sire! Give us painting of the nude queen when you marry her!"

The hell. I was not chosen to marry her. I was chosen to be her knight. But,

I can't protect her.

Don't let your mind delays movements

All are not always accurate

Our instinct demands pragmatic

Chapter end