A/N: i changed Miyabi's Parents names, from "Young Thieren Wife" to Hitomi, and from Shimizu to the offical name Souchirou.
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[Fujiwara Family Residence]
March 6th, 2XXX
= Takahiro and Miyabi 2 year old =
Days turned into months, and Months turned into a Year. Time was moving fast after the Birth of both Heirs and so Takahiro and Miyabi turned 1 year old. Prosperity and Peace blessed the Fujiwara and Hoshimi Families, but right now there was a Celebratory meeting between both Families. It was a special Tradition where choosing a Toy from a very young age, would decide the next family heir, and after the joy of the Hoshimi Family Miyabi selected the toy Sword, now it was Takahiro's turn to choose a Toy.
Mizuki and Itoshi attired in Traditional Japanese Clothes and the Hoshimi couple displaying smiles while watching their kids crawl to some toys lying around in the space crib room which seemed to be endless in comparison to other crib rooms.
You could hear cute shrieks and groans from our Protagonist as he crawls between Toys, too young to understand the importance of the choice he will make for his family.
"Look, the Yong Master," exclaimed some Elderly Attendant of the Hoshimi Clan
"I wonder what Young Master is gonna go for"
"My Son will go for the Twin Swords," a proud Face manifested on Itoshi. "though I'm well versed in the martial art of fists, our family is still a well-known Sword Family alongside the Hoshimi Family, who held or at least assumed "friendly" competitions since the early days of our Founding Ancestors... me and my Wife-"
Itoshi proudly recounted his early "Youth" with endless battles.
Mizuki, who was standing beside him, was already drawing out a Demonic Aura, staring wrathfully at her Husband, and grabbing his collar for almost exposing their colorful life to the present audience.
"Gosh, Itoshi you are such a chatterbox when you get all emotional about our past.
(｡•̀ ⤙ •́ ｡ꐦ) !!!"
"I'm sorry Honeybun, I was just moved by how lively my Son is, who is about to be the Change our Family needs," said Itoshi in an exasperated tone, Shedding Manly Tears. As the Furious Sword Empress was about to throw Hands, but stoped, having noticed that her Son was determinedly crawling to the Twin Swords.
"He is almost there, Congratulation our household has gained a Wonderful Future." said some Elderly Man who was sitting in the back of the room and being served by the Household Maids.
"Heh, Old Geezer, aren't you a little bit too motivated."
"Dammit old Hag, can you at least sometimes let me have my Moment," said Old Yamato to his Wife who was sitting beside him, and due to his antics he didn't notice that his old wife was already in Asura mode.
"My dear husband, I look forward to sharing a quiet moment with you after this is over."
"Yeah, Let's do that..." As he processed what his old lady said, his complexion turned a dark shade of blue.
Both guys were convinced that, regardless of the generation, wives have a way of being intimidating and formidable. Itoshi watched his Maternal grandparents arguing and felt a sense of pity for the Old man Yamato.
As the arguments unfolded, Takahiro joyfully hugged the toy swords, blissfully unaware of what was happening around him.
"Congratulations, Fujiwara Familiy, on the new heir!" said Hitomi and her husband,
Souchirou, at the same time.
likewise the Fujiwara couple praised "Congratulations, Hoshimi Familiy , on the new heiress!."
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The two infants regarded each other across a sea of tatami, Miyabi with her miniscule, furrowed brow, and Takahiro with his splayed hands, clutching the crossed wooden blades as though ready to defend his honor (or in practicality, to teethe on them). The adults raised small, porcelain cups in a gentle clatter, sake poured to mark both rivalry and alliance.
A murmur of laughter swept the room, Mizuki's veil of wrath shifting to a--as still as a Stillwater lake as she whisked her son into her arms. Bumping noses with him.
The solemn moment was interrupted by Miyabi's sneeze, causing a hush among the attendees as they wiped her face, while still holding her toy sword. A calm settled between the two children. As the festivities ended, both heirs grew tire--and only a few adults remained.
After leying both children to bed, Mizuki and Hitomi approached each ofther for a Chit-chat.
"This makes me kinda melancholic," said Hitomi in a dejected tone "All I want, is for Miyabi to grow up, in a safe and happy environment."
"Yeah, i thought you say that, given the Hoshimi's Heirlooms History and what that signifies, let's make that a reality for both our Children."
"Hehe, That's my Mizuki."
"Puh!, My Husband begs to differ."
"Aha, haha haha haha haha haha." x2
As the lighthearted laughter faded--both smiled at each other. Although the future seemed unclear, the duo was looking forward to the destiny of their families.
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[Takairo, 3rd Pov]
April 24th, year 2XXX
Time flies, and it has now been 4 years since the Erabitori. During these years, both families have experienced relatively peaceful days, as the efforts of Mizuki and Hitomi have paid off.
Miyabi and Takahiro formed a strong bond that felt almost inseparable. Despite Miyabi's mother strictly forbidding her from using real swords or blades, she was allowed to use wooden swords. They often played at Takahiro's house while his parents watched over them, enjoying their afternoon tea— To the great distress of the Elders.
When Miyabi had free time, she secretly visited Takahiro during his training, watching him and sometimes joining in. And now its been a Year since both built their not-so secret traineeship with each other.
Takahiro was on the Training area now and wearing a Hachimaki, cross siting and holding his jaw. thinking out loud
"'.....Meditation.....Endurance training.....Swordplay.....Footwork.....'"
'Tch, Dad mentioned that I'm not quite ready for their training yet. He is considering I should focus on mastering Etheric Swordplay and improving my Ether control before I start—the Basics.'
Takahiro shook his small face, and his pout turned into a shrug of his shoulders.
'Hey, at least i can train as much as i want'
Takahiro smiled during his inner monologue when he saw Miyabi join him for training, dressed in a yellow dress and carrying a matching shoulder bag.
"hey, Miyabi!"
He shouted from a good distance away from Miyabi.
"Huh?—"
Myiabi's speed suddely increased she saw Takahiro on the Training ground and somehow, she was already jumping his body.
A wrinkled grin, appeared on Takahiro as he was readying himself, to catch Miyabi.
Thud
"TAKAWHIWOO!!!"
"You won't believe this!" Miyabi said happily. "My mom and I visited the Eridu Monument Museum yesterday." Then she energetically began to share what happened.
His hand already on Miyabi's head, Takahiro thought.
'Miyabi, you are too easy to read. Your ears twitch happily.'
The biggest happy smile that Miyabi could muster appeared.
'Shoot, That's Dangerous. I was too engrossed in my habit, that i completly forgot her.'
Takahiro puts his hand away from Miyabis head away.
"hihi, Mom said that from today on, I could join Takawhiwio's twaining." revealed Miyabi as she struck a Victory Sign pose, and smiled coquettishly but just as innocent.
Takahiro himself expressed a tender smile at Miyabi.
As the chatter and giggles between Takahiro and Miyabi deepened, Takahiro's parents were sitting on a huge balcony, enjoying tea. Together with them were maids and butlers.
"Mistress Mizuki, Young Master Takahiro is enjoying the presence of Young Mistress Hoshimi."
Informed a Refined old Butler.
"My My, i think our efforts weren't in vain— Dear Itoshi," voiced Mizuki to her Husband "will i expect 100 Grandkids in the future?." as she let out a Motherly sigh holding her own cheek.
Itoshi comically spat out tea and let out an sigh of his own and let his thoughts wander.
From the outset, the Elders of both families firmly opposed any meetings between the future heirs, guided by their political competition. As time passed, their feeble defenses began to crumble, growing fondness of the the young Takahiro and Miyabi, and cheered them on and the Discussion even extended to the topic of marriage.
"Achoo!"
Takahiro suddenly sneezed, and a cold shiver ran down his back.
"Did you catch cold Takawhiwio?"
"No, don't worry,"
Takahiro— trying to sooth Miyabi.
'I wonder is someone badmouthing me?'—thought Takahiro
"So Miyabi, please change into your Bōgu," Takahiro clarified
"Oki," Miyabi replied in a mused giggle
Now standing beside Takahiro, who was also clothed in the full Bōgu, she adjusted her Keikogi and Hakama.
"Today's training is a bit special," revealed Takahiro. "You and I will sparring match today."
"mhm," softly murmured Miyabi with exciment. "(ᗒ⩊ᗕ)"
She Innocently declared that she had been waiting for this day.
Both— parties took their positions in the training area and bowed respect to sow gratitude of a warrior.
"I'm under your care."
"Thank you for having me."
A nearby butler signaled the start of their sparring match.
As the match began, the air between Takahiro and Miyabi thickened. After training for a year, they acknowledge each other's swordplay skills. regardless of the fact that this is only a sparring match, both sides pledged to always going all out.
Takahiro and Miyabi, the now lacking the formerly child-like Naivety, shut out the distractions of the training area and shared a last look.
The pair stood motionless in their respective sword stances, waiting for any shift or flaw in their opponent's movements.
Miyabi chose to attack first, intending to change the flow of match in her favor.
seeing her taking the offensive at him, Takahiro stepped forward, swinging his wood blade in a mock offense.
"Swish," "Woosh."
Dull, and heavy wooden sounds rang out— Rustling their traditional pants.
"thwack" "thud"
The wooden swords scraped and slid against each other. Suddenly, she launched an attack, leaving Takahiro with almost no room to breathe.
He quickly stepped back to avoid her attack. After a brief exhale Takahiro whispered—
"that was really close"
After seeing Miyabi smile at her failed attempt, both quickly repositioned themselves for further attacks.
"Swish" x2
Thwack!, Whack!, Thud—
Continuous sharp and dull impacts echoed, while the air comically hissed at their onslaught. Takahiro slid his wooden sword down from its hilt, aiming for her arms.
"Snikt"
Takahiro managed land a hit on Miyabis upper arm.
After the Butler confirmed the hit, they both backed off, breathless and grinning at each other.
0-1 for Takahiro
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Griding--Polychromes for Miyabi M2 and her W-Engine.
Who will you get?---Yuzuha and Alice or Yanagi and Miyabi
im really Hyped what ZZZ has for us in the Future!
See ya! on the Chapter.