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The Sword Mistress (Jugger 82 x loneiysong)

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He sat down with her on the opposite side of the table and looked down at the box. He hesitated slightly when he was told to open it...and when he did, he pulled out a uniform. "A uniform...? I thought you said whatever was comfortable for us would be what we wear but whatever...you're the boss..." He said as he looked at it. "So why was this one wrapped so specially?" He questioned as he waited. He sighed and looked to his stomach when he felt it grumble. "Miss Veronika...I'm more worried about where I am to sleep tonight than how I am going to eat. I can't just sleep anywhere I want. That'll make the academy look bad won't it?"
 
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"You need to start trusting me completely. That uniform says you are my sole student and I am teaching no other. Your life from here on to your graduation will be very difficult to say the least. So, when I say to do something you are expected to do it or be punished in ways that will seem harsh but benefits you in the future." Their food was brought with a could goblet of ale for the both of them.

"Now eat." She then began to eat.
 
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"Ok...Ok..." He said sheepishly...feeling a cold chill go through his body. He did NOT want to anger her. 'Terrifyingly beautiful...' he murmured as he began to sip the ale...not even eating. He did not feel hungry at all. His thirst, however, was immense. He wanted nothing more than something to drink...lots of it. The sweat he lost made him dehydrated. Soon and quickly he finished off the ale while barely even touching his food at all. He felt...awkward. If he asked for more ale, would he seem disrespectful? Would Veronika punish him? He looked at his empty cup and frowned before beginning to force himself to eat.
 
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Veronika saw he was thirsty and raised her hand and motioned for the woman again. This time she brought him purified water and she finished her meal. Leaning back, she drank her ale and looked at him and frowned. "Where I go, you will go, you will be my shadow adn my squire. How I make such good swordsmen, I make them do training that some call outdated, but if it worked for knights, it will work for you. You didn't get a room for a reason. You are to sleep on teh ground in my room. Sleep when I sleep, eat when I eat, and train when I tell you to train." He smiled and looekd at her.
 
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"Oh this is ironic as hell..." He murmured as he sipped his purified water. He was referring to how a human would be sleeping on the floor whilst a dog would be sleeping on the bed...whereas where he was from, there were barely any furries...and it was mostly actual animals. He sighed and nodded. "Yes yes...I will obey I guess..." He finished his water and smiled. "I hope I prove myself to you. If its outdated...its probably what I'm used to. We're so outdated down on the surface compared to here that we look like primitives compared to you sky people...though...I only speak from recent events. I don't know how long you've been here, but assuming you know the outdated style of training, you must have had some years you remember from the surface...yes?"
 
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"I am from the surface. Do not put those people down. We all have our pros and cons adn we deal with them the best way we can." She smiled adn looked at him adn then decided to ignore his comment about the ironic situation he found himself in. She canted her head and her ears perked and she grinned. "I train my students how to survive on the surface, the sky, and the beyond." She smiled and looked at him. "So you don't embarass my name wherever you go." Standing up, she finished her ale and put it down and cleaned up her mess and walked out.
 
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He wasn't quite finished with his food...but her words echoed in his head. Practically her shadow..." He took the bottle of water and threw it into a recycling bin as he followed behind her, two steps behind her as he followed her. He stayed silent...assuming that they were heading to her room now. He was going to sleep on the floor...not a problem. He was used to sleeping on the floor, but with a carpet? Now that was just a bonus. He hid a small yawn that formed and almost escaped his lips audibly...and then he looked to the uniform she had given him. It looks...unique compared to the uniform everyone else had. He smiled...he'd stand out from the crowd in this...then again, he was sure he already did after that incident a while ago.
 
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"Now, youare an adult, I am an adult. We will take turns in the bathing chambers. I require all my students to bathe before bed. That way your mornings can be devoted to meditation. Since you are tired, I will let you go first. The water is hot, but it is good for your muscles." She walked into a modest room. Inside was a bunk. She smiled and looked at him. "I wanted to see if you would complain, but I get the top bunk." She said. Her room was like the other cadets. Moving forward, she reached into teh closet and tossed a bedroll onto his bed and sat at the desk.
 
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"I feel more at home on the bottom bunk." He joked. He looked to his uniform that she had given him and nodded as he entered the shower, closed the door behind him, stripped...then showered. He stayed in there for a bit, losing himself in the daydreams of becoming a famed and mysterious steam swordsman...hunting down pirates and collecting bounties, most of his loot going to charities on the surface and especially his home town. Then...Veronika flashed through his mind. At first it was a scary thought...he thought of the punishments he would receive. The lashing with the steam sword tipped whip, among them, was the worst and scariest one. Then just about as soon as he was about to get to a point where Veronika was going to be nice to him in his daydream, the water suddenly turned cold! He cried out and turned it off, panting as he shivered. "S-Shit! Did I use up all the hot water....!? How long was I in here...?!" He quickly got out, dried up, and dressed in the uniform she gave him before poking his head out to look at her...hoping that she wouldn't notice he was just now getting out of the shower.
 
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She was looking at him and waiting. She stood up. "If you did not leave me hot water, I will be very put out." She warned. Getting up, she walked into the shower and stripped down and stood under the shower and was blasted with iced water and threw a punch into the wall and howled. "SON OF A BITCH!" She howled. She had no choice but to take a quick shower and dry off with a warmed towel. She snarled adn came out and snarled. "Do you know the penalty for using up all my hot water?!" She said. She was wearing a loose shirt that was a night gown with panties. Her nipples were stiff from the cold.

"You get nothing but cold waters. For a week." SHe kicked his bed and crawled up to her bunk and laid down and curled under the comforters and shivered shaking. She shut her eyes and trembled. She shut her eyes tighter.
 
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As soon as he heard her call him a S.O.B, he literally hid under the bed as he thought she would drown him in the ice cold water or something. Seeing her nips in the loose fitting clothes and her in her panties made his eyes dart all over her body...but when she climbed up top, he could feel the vibrations of the bed due to her shivering. He slowly crawled out from under the bed and frowned...took his blanket and placed it over her so she had a double layer. "Good night Veronika." He said silently as he slowly went back to his own bed and laid down on it, grabbed the pillow and hugged it as he laid on his back. This acted as a...substitute for a blanket, even though it was just moreover he loved to feel something wrapped in his arms when he slept. He didn't know why but he did. He slept all night unless she had awakened him. And in the morning when he was supposed to be awake, he was half erect with his legs wide open, one leg actually off of the bed, and he was snoring lightly.
 
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"Get your damned blanket off of me before I beat you with it." She growled through clenched teeth. She threw it back down on him and frowned. She moved down at 4. She brushed her hair back adn got dressed into her clothes. Thank god they were warmed by teh steamer in teh closet. She looked at him and then moved and placed her boot on the matress and kicked him off the bed and onto the floor. "Get up and make your bed and get dressed." She put her hands on her hips adn watched him frowning.
 
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Upon falling on the ground, he awoke instantly. He held his head as he had landed on it and looked to her. "But I am dressed...this is the only uniform I have...or rather that you've given me." He replied and went to start making his bed, putting the mattress back on completely, fixing the bedsheet and then reapplying his blanket onto the bed. He stood up and stretched, popping some joints before turning to look to her with a smile. "Okay boss lady. What exactly are we going to do today? Exercises? Weight lifting? Running? Uh...Freefalling...?" Considering they were in the sky after all. He seemed to look anxious to see what kind of training they'd have planned for the day...maybe he'd earn his own steam sword?
 
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"Take off your uniform then." She opened the closet and kicked out an ironing board with an iron. He was going to have to steam his uniform and put it on. She watched him and growled and looked at him. She growled and then gripped his collar and leaned into his face. Her breath was minty sweet and not like usual breath at all. "Get your uniform off and steam it." Se growled soft and low looking at him. She glared.
 
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"O-Ok calm down! You only have to tell me once, Veronika!" He cried out as he stepped back and began to take off his uniform...leaving him in nothing but boxer shorts and a tank top. He moved over to the ironing board and looked at the steamer. He took the heavy metal object and began to steam his clothes...it really pressed down hard into the fabric and got out every wrinkle, piece of dirty, and sweat that was lodged in it at all, and about ten minutes later he was done and putting it back on. It felt...molten hot, but it was worth it. "How about now...? Is this better...?" He questioned as he stood before her to present himself.
 
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"Now, next time when you sleep in your uniform, I will steam your fingers." SHe growled adn turned walking out expecting him to both put away the ironing board and the iron. She moved out to the greenhouse. Veronika sighed and moved close to the tree and sat down and crossed her legs and put her hands on her knees and sought to lower her heart rate. Now she was in a state of bliss. Shutting her eyes, she smiled softly.
 
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He was about to follow her out, but he noticed he forgot to put the ironing board and steamer back...so he would catch up with her later. He looked to her bed and then his bed...and wondered if he should steam them both...so he did! They turned out nice actually, especially hers. He wanted to make up for being such a bad student so far...and once he was done, he went to where she was, asking his way around and eventually finding out that she went to the greenhouse every day. Upon arrival, he opened the door and walked in. "Hey! Finally found you!" He said in excitement...a bit loud however. "Just finished steaming your bed and mine. I thought I would make up for taking the hot water last night."
 
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She did not respond. She was just praying and hoping for a little bit of patience. Just a little. Please. Looking back at him she growled adn then moved a hand to her lips and pointed to a spot behind her. Several meditators looked very put off. Some alumni, some teachers, some students. They opened an eye and glared at him. Then they looked at Veronika. She got up and grabbed his ear and walked out and closed the door.

"That was the meditation room. It is special and sacred. You are to be silent. The goal of the room is to become centered. And you are supposed to follow me. Chore time is to do chores not meditation time. Get down and give me 150!" She stepped back adn put her hands no her hips and growled gripping her hips. S he was pissed.
 
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"Gah...I just did 150 yesterday...!" He complained as he got down on his hands and toes and began to do pushups once more...His arms still tired from yesterday, but his mindset determined to get this over with...He made it much farther than he originally did before resting. He made it to one hundred before collapsing finally...looking tired. He wanted a quick breather before doing the rest of the fifty...He was just too tired...His arms felt like mush and he didn't know if he could even hold a steam sword if he wanted to. He looked up to her, seeing the anger and he was filled with shame that he disappointed her...but how was he supposed to know she was meditating exactly? Or rather that a greenhouse was the meditation room? It was supposed to be for plants...and it was hot as hell in greenhouses! How could one even...focus with the heat and smell of pollen and nectar...?! He sighed...waiting for his punishment for not making it to 150.
 
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"Well, you will learn to follow orders or like doing push ups." She sighed and then looked at him as he only got to a hundred. She nudged him onto his front with her boot and shook her head. "Come on, fifty more." She smiled. She knew at this rate, he would not be able to lift a sword. But when his muscles formed from the push ups, he would be able to lift a sword that required two hands with one. Looking at him, she smiled. "Unless you get up and start finishing off the 50 you will be forced to doing it on your knuckles." He smiled and then looked at her.
 
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"Oh god no..." He replied as he looked up to her with a frown. He sighed...She was serious. And he knew that she would definitely make him do the rest on his knuckles, if not another set. He forced himself up...using sheer will and pushing the pain out mentally as he began to start doing the rest of his pushups...but this time he stopped exactly at one hundred and fifty. He fell down and rolled over onto his back, panting hard as he looked up to her. "What now...What now...?" He questioned. "Must I be punished more?" NAthan did not want to do any more physical activities...but his arms hurt so much. "Please lets just meditate quietly and painlessly..."
 
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"Then let us meditate." She smiled and then held out her hand to him and looked into his eyes. "Are you getting the hang of the rules? Are you learning your lesson?" She smiled and put her hands on her hips and looked at him and waited. "What have you learned so far."
 
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"I learned not to be an asshole in public apparently." He stated as he used her hand to help himself up. He wobbled lightly but did not fall over. "Veronika...Lets just meditate please. No. More. Training. No more questions...Just nice...quiet...easy meditation to center myself or something...The last thing I need right now is something to make me lose my head in a way that makes me pass out..." He said as he held his head. He felt tired...But he would not give in to exhaustion. "I'll just follow you...but lets not meditate in the greenhouse. Could we do it in our room...?"
 
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"Are you sick?" SHe moved forward and grabbed his arm and put a hand on his face and then grinned and looked at him. "You will meditate in the green room. You will feel better. If you pass out, you will be sent to the medical wing and rehabilitated." She moved to the door and held it open and looked at him and canted her head. "I am not asking you to do anything I could not do myself. Now do it." She looked at him and frowned deeper.
 
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"But I'm NOT you. I don't have the training, the endurance, the stamina, the willpower, the strength that you do...!" He said in annoyance as he followed her into the green room. He sighed...and sat down beside her, one foot of space between the two of them. His legs were crossed and he had the palms of his hands on his knees as he leaned forward. He stayed silent...a stern look on his face as he tried his best to meditate. He wanted to just hurry this up...And rest...Or get something to fix his arms as they were all in pain.
 
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