Someone gave a sharp cry and raced forward.
She was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl in
her late teens whose short body was contained in a sleeveless outfit that left
her shoulders, upper arms, and thighs exposed. She looked like a broadminded
sort of person.
The wooden sword she held in both hands
whipped up the wind as it roared out with impressive force.
“Hahh!”
The blow was blocked by a long black-haired
woman in her early twenties. She had a unique atmosphere that caused everyone
around her to stand up straight. Instead of a dress, she wore a knight’s
outfit.
That meant a knee-length cloak that was
skintight on the upper body. The bold slit along the sides allowed her long
legs out. Those legs were contained in skintight pants, but the tailoring and
fabric were both top notch.
She almost looked like she was
crossdressing, but she only wore it because it allowed for easy movement and
she had no intention of rejecting her feminine sex.
As proof, she wore a ruby
brooch at her chest.
When the two of them clashed, the crash of
their wooden swords echoed up into the summer sky. The girl’s charge was
deflected, but she recovered with monkey-like agility and started back in
again.
They both had considerable skill in the
same school of sword fighting, but their technique contrasted as much as their
clothing.
The short blonde girl with the revealing
outfit of a female warrior moved swiftly and nimbly like an animal. The black-haired
woman who accurately caught those rough and ever-changing strikes used elegant
footwork and demonstrated clever skill. Never rushing, never halting, and never
shaken, she deflected every attack with flowing movements resembling a dance.
They both wielded wooden swords, but in the
hands of an expert, those were as dangerous as a real sword. Neither one wore
much in the way of armor and a direct hit to the head could easily send them on
a one-way trip to the afterlife.
On a verdant field bathing in the sunlight,
the golden-haired girl made her next strike with lightning-like speed. The black-haired
woman sent her sword dancing to the left and swung it right. They both used
their full skill to exchange slashes. They had clearly fought like this more
than a 100 times before.
Several respectful gazes were directed
toward their battle. Those two were the #1 and #2 fighters in Beatrice, a
village of courageous swordswomen.
Beads of sweat flew and their breathing was
as heavy as a storm. Their skill levels appeared perfectly matched, but the two
of them could tell the difference.
It was a slight thing, like the difference
between 10 and 9, but the black-haired swordswoman was definitely winning. That
the blonde swordswoman was aware of that was proof of her outstanding skill. The
average swordswoman would have been entirely unaware.
Panicked, the blonde girl attempted an
unorthodox strategy. She struck sharply, but when that too was deflected, she
kicked off the ground to fly high into the air.
“Toryaaaaaaaaahh!”
She forcefully swung down the wooden sword
in her hands. This head-on downwards strike was forceful enough to cleave a
boulder in two.
But such a big move created openings. The
black-haired swordswoman calmly responded by grabbing at the airborne girl’s
ankle to knock her off balance.
Thanks to that, the special move failed.
The blonde girl landed back-first on the natural grass. She tried to hop back
up and strike back, but the tip of her opponent’s wooden sword was already
pressed against her throat.
“Kh.”
Unable to move or get up, the girl grimaced with sweat on her brow and finally
accepted defeat.
“You win.”
Ralfint was an old kingdom on the east side
of the continent.
It had perhaps the oldest history and
traditions of the prominent kingdoms, but that also brought many limitations.
It was packed full of influential clans and
temples and each region within it had a strong independent streak.
And a little over a century ago, a civil
war had broken out between the king’s younger brother and the king’s son over
who would inherit that throne. The influential nobles had all taken their
sides, but similar succession issues had occurred in those noble families,
other complicated factors had further tangled things, and the fighting still
raged on to this day.
One factor allowing the war to continue was
the terrain of Ralfint. There were so many mountains, valleys, and rivers that
transportation was never easy. So even if one battle had a clear victor, that
result would not propagate very far through the entire kingdom.
That had allowed the civil war to continue
for over a century without ending.
Naturally, the kingdom could no longer
govern itself properly and it was gradually falling into a state of anarchy, so
the cities and villages had to learn to defend themselves since the government
was not going to provide any assistance.
And a lengthy war would lead to the
development of highly specialized martial arts. Many martial artists had risen
to prominence in different regions of the kingdom and created various schools.
There were the warrior priests and
priestesses of the Bias Spear Church or the Tina Boxing Temple, the Sorcerer’s
Sword school that called themselves Radiant Swordsmen, the continent’s largest
magic school started by Great Sage Tode, and even a ninja group known as the Night
Crows.
Their unique techniques were as varied as
they were impressive.
The mountains of Ralfint were packed with
those abnormally talented people. At times they were hired by Ralfint’s king to
fight in the civil war and at times they were hired as mercenaries by other
kingdoms across the continent. Those excellent mercenaries could be seen as the
kingdom’s greatest export.
One area colored by its unique techniques
was the Beatrice region in the mountains southeast of Ralfint’s capital of Bermia.
At first glance, it looked like a verdant rural village with mountains, rivers,
and farmlands, but it was known as the home of a sword fighting style named the
Shooting Star Flower, commonly known just as the Shooting Flower.
It was so elegant and ostentatious it was
said to have been developed from a form of dance. It was known as a style for
women and its power was undeniable.
One key feature of the Shooting Star Flower
was the use of jumping in addition to the sword. The willow-like litheness of a
woman’s legs was used to launch them like a whip.
The most well-known name when it came to
female mercenaries was the Crystal Temple which had its headquarters in the
center of the continent and sent people all over to take in orphaned girls and
raise them as warriors, but the Shooting Flower was known for producing elite
warriors, just not on the same scale as the Crystal Temple.
And it helped that they had Irene who bore
the title of Master Swordswoman.
“Ahh, and I was so close too.”
After the wooden sword was removed from her
throat, the blonde girl arched her back and sprung up to her feet. Her name was
Millia and she was the #2 swordswoman in Beatrice.
She was young and short, but she had a
healthy body with a muscular build. She had proven today just how nimbly and
strongly she could move using the tight muscles on her boldly exposed arms and
legs.
The face atop that young and well-developed
body was somewhat youthful and round.
One look at her grass-and-sweat-covered
body was enough to know she was not too interested in maintaining her
appearance, but she was fairly good looking to begin with. Her facial features
were adorable and “cute” may have been the best word for her.
Her golden hair was reminiscent of a wheat
field during the autumn harvest, her eyebrows were thick, her eyes were large,
and a lively light shined in those violet eyes.
Her leather outfit left her arms and legs
almost fully exposed, those limbs were tanned a healthy reddish-brown, and
there was a mischievous look on the face below the thin woven rope around her
forehead. She was a cheerful girl with the atmosphere of child prankster.
The way she fought using her excess energy
was so much like a lone wolf that the others called her the Golden Wolfling.
“It was close. So maybe in a few more
years.”
The black-haired woman smiled with her
rose-red lips.
She was unusually beautiful for such a
rural area. Her beauty was so perfect that some people were hesitant to
approach her, but her smile was like a blooming flower. It was a smile
overflowing with elegance.
She was Irene, the leader of the Beatrice
region, a Master Swordswoman, and the current master of the Shooting Star
Flower who could quickly gather more than 200 skilled swordswomen.
She was no more than the head of a rural
noble family, but her skill with the blade was known throughout the kingdom and
beyond. People knew her as the Sword Dancer, the Blade Ballerina, and the Moon
Slicing Princes.
People with a certain kind of charm could
gather attention with their mere presence and she was exactly that sort of
person.
She had an egg-shaped face, softly curving
eyebrows, and lips like a rosebud. Her smooth straight black hair fell down to
her butt.
She was tall for a woman, but she was skinnier
than Millia. The word slender was appropriate.
Her black cloak had a bold slit on either
side to help her ride a horse or swing a sword.
Her straight posture accentuated the large
breasts pushing out her clothing. She carried a sword on the wide red cloth
tied around her tight hips. And her tight butt pushed the cloth up in the rear.
Despite her relaxed pose, she left no
openings and somehow managed to be both elegant and sharp at the same time.
She was charming and dignified. She had the
air of a noble and lovely features.
Her appearance carried a combination of sex
appeal and refinement and her behavior carried a combination of an adult
woman’s charm and a swordswoman’s strength.
“You’re so strong, Irene.”
Millia groaned with beads of sweat on her forehead.
Irene tried to soothe her, but she refused
to just accept it.
She had been close, bit that last gap felt
insurmountable. With a real sword, she would have been killed. Irene said she
would catch up in a few years, but Irene would not remain at the same level
after all that time. She was growing too.
Millia saw Irene as the ideal woman in
sword technique, in femininity, and in good looks. She knew she could never
outdo her in any way.
“I really worked up a sweat, so let’s call
it a day. We can all take a bath and drink some tea.”
Irene was just as sweaty as Millia.
She untied the thin string around her hair
and enjoyed the cool breeze. The wind brushed at her hair and surrounded her
body.
Each and every one of her actions gave off
sex appeal.
“All right!”
The girls who had watched the match gave a
cheer.
It had started as a free-for-all sparring match
and Irene and Millia had simply been the last two standing, so all the others
were sweaty too.
“Kyah, it’s so cold!”
After quickly stripping off all her
clothes, a nude Millia jumped into the river, producing an impressive splash.
She was still a child at heart, but her
body was another story.
Her tanned skin gave off the youthful glow
of a teenage girl and her breasts and butt were quite large. She had the unique
sex appeal of someone at the midpoint between girlhood and womanhood.
Then the other swordswomen with equally
youthful bodies began stripping off their clothes and jumping into the river to
produce large pillars of water.
Finally, Irene carefully removed her
clothing, hung it over a tree branch, and stepped into the river.
Her clothing must have worked to hide her
curves because her body was even more impressive now. That was the nudity of an
undeniably beautiful woman.
Her smooth skin was like living marble and
she had broad shoulders with developed deltoids. The voluminous breasts
swelling out just below her collarbones could not fight gravity as well as
Millia’s and sagged just a bit, but that actually added to their sex appeal.
Her stomach was tight without a hint of fat
and she had a large butt on her pelvis. Her long legs had thick thighs, tight
calves, and slender ankles.
Her smooth body was blessed with feminine
curves.
Millia and the other girls gasped and felt
their heart pounding whenever they saw her in the nude.
Irene was known as the Sword Dancer and the
Blade Ballerina because of her skill with swords and her beauty of a goddess.
The swordswomen began to enjoy their bath.
The river was too deep to stand after just
a few steps in, but they were all confident swimmers.
“Phew, there’s nothing like a nice bath in
the summer.”
Millia kicked up at the water’s surface to
create a large splash and stuck just the one plump and tanned leg out of the
water.
“Agreed.”
In the midsummer sun, the naked women and
girls had to float in the river for a while before their overheated bodies
cooled.
Suddenly, Irene called out to her best
student while her black hair floated in the water like seaweed.
“Millia, you’ve been pestering me about
going on a journey to train and I think you’re ready now.”
“Really!?”
As soon as Millia heard that, she righted herself to look at Irene.
“Yes, you are skilled enough and I too was only
16 when I left the village. I think you can handle a journey on your own now.”
A journey was a good opportunity to see
aspects of reality one was not accustomed to. It was a good idea for a warrior
who did not want to be sheltered.
“Way to go, Millia.”
“I’ll make sure to fight lots of strong
people across the continent. And then I’ll come back to beat Irene for once.”
Millia jumped up from the river and clenched
her fists.
“Buy us some souvenirs, okay?”
“She might have a boyfriend with her when
she gets back.”
“The point of the journey is to train.
Besides, I’m not interested in boys.”
Millia’s answer was met with laughter.
She was the best student here when it came
to sword technique, but she was shockingly pure when it came to issues of sex.
“You might not be interested, but all the
boys out there will be very
interested in you when they see these giant tits.”
One of the bathing swordswomen moved up
behind Millia and grabbed her boobs.
Plenty of Millia’s teenage growth had gone
to her breasts.
Their size was just as impressive as
Irene’s. No, since she was shorter, hers had even more of an impact.
And since Irene was 22, hers were unlikely
to grow any further, but Millia was still a growing girl. They would be even
bigger before all was said and done.
However, Millia had an inferiority complex
about her breasts. She thought Irene’s were big, shapely, and perfectly suited
for her body type, but she thought hers were awkwardly large.
“These just get in the way.”
She tried to escape the girl’s hands, but
the girl would not let her go and began groping those mounds.
“Hee hee. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?
You’re such a horny girl.”
“I am not horny.”
Millia sullenly turned her head to the
side.
“If you run across a hot guy on your
journey, put his you-know-what between these and massage it with them. He’ll go
off in no time.”
“I already told you I’m not interested in
that. I wish I was as flat as you, Sophia.”
“Miiilliiiaaa, are you trying to piss me
off? Here’s what you get.”
With a frightening pitch to her voice,
Sophia pinched Millia’s nipples between her fingers and started tweaking them.
“Ah ha ha ha ha ha! Ah, wait, stop that!”
Millia laughed and writhed around until she
managed to throw the girl off her back and into the river.
She gasped for breath now that she was
free. Once the other girl got her head above water again, she placed a hand
over her mouth and grinned.
“You’re so sensitive, Millia.”
“Hey, look! Millia’s nipples are hard.”
Another girl joined in by pointing that
out.
“They are not!”
Millia blushed bright red and started
attacking the other girls to hide her embarrassment. The girls fled through the
river and they all began splashing each other.
This level of teasing and touching was an
everyday occurrence for them. Irene stayed out of it and swam a while longer
before crawling up onto a rock to rest.
The naked girls shined bright as they
splashed in the water below the midsummer sun. Irene narrowed her eyes as she
viewed that peaceful scene that looked like frolicking fairies.
When she wrung out her wet hair while up on
the rock, it looked like a scene from a painting. Back down in the river,
Millia could not keep her eyes off of the woman.
When Irene moved from the hair over her
left shoulder to the hair over her right shoulder, she shifted the position of
her thighs and Millia got a look between the woman’s spread legs. The girl
immediately looked away.
Millia did not think much of anything about
people seeing her naked, but her heart always pounded when she saw Irene in the
nude.
“Okay, I’m about ready to go. All of you
need to get out soon.”
“Ah, wait! I’ll go with you.”
When Irene got dressed and prepared to
leave, Millia hurried out of the river. She did not go to the trouble Irene
had. She just shook her head to throw the water from her hair and youthful
body. Then she threw back on her clothes.
Even Irene was shocked at how quickly she
managed it.
“Okay, let’s go!”
Millia grabbed Irene’s arm and clung to it.
Irene used her towel to finish drying off
Millia’s hair as they left together.
Since Millia would be leaving on her
journey the following day, the other girls waited back at the river so those
two could be alone.
“How are you ever going to survive being
out on your own?”
“I’ll be fine. I’m not a kid anymore.”
Millia cutely puffed out her cheeks.
“Hee hee. All of you are children to me. A
parent always sees their children as children.”
“…”
Millia accepted that in silence. Irene was
far too young to be her actual mother, but she acted like a mother for Millia
and the other village children. No, she was more than a mother to them.
Irene could be gentle and weak in some
ways, but her courage and swordsmanship were undeniable. At the same time,
everyone in Beatrice knew the kind person behind the harsh training.
They all trusted that she would save them
if anything were to happen to them, so they were prepared to save her if
anything happened to her.
That powerful bond of trust was one of the
reasons the Shooting Star Flower had left its mark on the continent despite
being developed in such a rural village.
“Be careful, okay?”
Irene placed her lips on Millia’s. Millia silently closed her eyes and
hesitantly stuck out her tongue. Irene silently accepted the girl’s tongue,
sucked at it, tangled her own tongue with it, and sent her saliva into the
girl’s mouth. Millia did not hesitate to swallow her beloved master’s saliva.
In this village, a kiss between women was a
sign of pure love with no sexual connotation. It was meant to show that they
would be together in spirit even while apart.
However, these two took it several steps
beyond the norm, hinting that there was something more between them.
The next morning, Irene and the other girls
saw Millia off as she cheerfully left her home village of Beatrice for a
journey around the kingdom.
Txs
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