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"W-What\'s wrong?" she asked.

"Mother is coming this way. Damn it! I can\'t believe this!"

"Then quickly fix yourself. I\'ll do so as well," she said quickly and forced me to stop doing the blissful deed we were doing.

"Ugh, what a turn-off!" I grumbled. Why did Mother have to go this way at this moment? Perhaps she could not smell us, but of course, she would be able to smell if we did it. There was a faint sinful scent around us. But I decided not to tell my wife this since she would almost die of embarrassment.

"We... we can always do it later," she said as she patted on my arm. The gesture was too cute. I wanted to stop her, lest she might turn me on again. But I could not bring myself to do it since I was more than addicted to seeing her expressions. "And besides, we d-do it every night.

So..."

"Then can we do it more than usual tonight?" I asked. I could not just let go of this opportunity. If someone did, he would be a great fool.

"More?" she asked in shock. She always complained that she was tired after three times when I could still easily go for another round. "But we do at least three times every night!"

"So what? Three times is not enough," I said. "I thought you would listen to me."

"... The hell? Why are you sulking?" she muttered impatiently. "O-Okay then. Just one more round..."

"Alright," I said with a smile though I was still disappointed because of the disruption. "We need to go down as soon as possible. Or I might end up tearing your clothes apart."

She looked too cute today, especially how her legs looked in the pants. No matter how much I looked at her, I was always left surprised as to how beautiful she was head to toe.

We went to the front of the castle. The castle ground was pretty big. There were a lot of places for her to practice. I took her where there were not many people around. She was not much comfortable around other people and for some reason, it made me happy to think that she was the most comfortable around me.

"Here is your sword."

"It\'s... it\'s heavy."

"Yes, it is. We\'re not going to practice with it right now. We\'re gonna use a wooden sword first. Then a light one and when you\'re ready, you will be able to use this one."

"It\'s a long way," she mumbled.

"Of course. You can\'t learn swordsmanship in one day."

She ran her fingers on the blade that was on my hand. I had to hold it for her since she could not lift it properly and even if she could, it would be just for three seconds.

"A claymore," she muttered.

"Yeah," I said.

"It\'s two-handed, right?"

"That\'s right. That\'s why to lift it and use it, you need to get yourself ready day by day."

She muttered somethings to herself. They were about when or why these swords were used in the past. "Anyway, where is the wooden sword?"

She always behaved like that after muttering words to herself. She had a photographic memory and I always liked her expression when she talked about something as if she knew all about it. It was really adorable and this ability was admirable as well. But she did not like it much. So, I tried not to talk to her about it, lest it might make her uncomfortable.

"Look behind you."

The wooden sword was placed on a stone there. I had already prepared this place for her, so everything was ready. Only she needed to be there.

She ran towards it and held it up. "Whoa! It\'s so cool! Do I look like a knight?" she asked with a huge grin as she looked back at me.

\'Have mercy on me...\'

"You look like my queen," I said. "Huh, you really are... Too adorable!"

"You really like to be cheesy, don\'t you?"

"I\'m just telling the truth," I said. "Anyway, come here and stand in front of me."

She did as told. Her small hands gripped the wooden sword tightly and her eyes were focused on mine with her lips pouted.

"Now listen. Swordsmanship is an art. It\'s like martial arts involving a sword. Right?"

"Yeah," she nodded.

"As if! It\'s total bullshit. Swordsmanship means fighting with swords mainly to save your life and win, that\'s all. No matter how much you think of it as an art, it\'s actually a caution to preserve life," I said. "Now, compose yourself. Your physical strength is like a deer\'s and it\'s not enough to be good at swordsmanship.

So, you need to keep practicing more and more to improve your strength."

"It will come in handy in our nighttime activities as well," I mumbled.

"Did you say something?"

"It\'s in your head," I said. "Then you need to be calm. Don\'t freak out at any chance. No matter what happens, you must not freak out."

"You talk as if it\'s the most important thing," she muttered.

"It\'s an important thing. But the most important thing is being able to win. It doesn\'t matter if you cheated. You see, winning is the motto no matter what," I said.

"You really are the hell of a teacher. What kind of teacher advice to cheat?"

"Well, I do," I shrugged. "It\'s what you need to keep in mind, my wife. No matter what, winning is a must and for winning, we can do anything. We must do anything."

"Then you need to be confident," I added. "The look of confidence is very important. When your opponent sees the fire in your eyes, they easily fall a step behind. And that\'s your chance. They might not show it, but trust me, their heart miss a beat. And this little magic of time is your advantage."

"You see, everyone has a different style."

"What\'s my style then?"

"You\'ll figure that out yourself," I said. "And... Anyway, we better start the main training."

"Okay!" she exclaimed determinedly. I sighed. Perhaps I would not survive this day because of her cuteness.

\'Get a grip on yourself. Your wife isn\'t running away.\'

"Straighten your back, but don\'t stiffen your body. Relax, but not like you\'re trying to take a nap. Just be normal. Don\'t tighten your front part. Just stand as you usually do, but make sure your back is straight," I said.

"Like this?"

"Yeah, now lose your grip on the handle slightly. Hold it thinking it\'s not a sword. It seems like you\'re being too nervous."

"I-I\'m sorry. I cannot handle it. It... just feels weird for some reason," she muttered.

"Let me help you then," I said. I went behind her and gripped the sword\'s handle over her hands. Her body trembled slightly. I chuckled lightly. It always felt great to see how conscious she was of my presence and touch. "My wife, don\'t tremble too much just because of my touch."

Her ears turned red. I could tell that the same fact could go with her face. "I... I can\'t help it. You\'re... too close," she said impatiently.

"I\'m your husband. It\'s normal for us to be close. And besides, it\'s not like I have never touched you before. It has been more than a month since we married," I said. "Now, can you focus on your sword?"

"... Y-Yes."

"Hold it forward and look at the edge," I said and led her to do so. "And get used to it first. You need to get the feeling of holding a sword first. We can\'t start unless your hands recognize the shape of the handle just the way..."

"You can skip the indecent part," she said, but her eyes were focused on the sword as I told her.

"Haha, alright," I chuckled. "Now try to feel it in your hands."

She closed her eyes as her hands were shaking slightly as she gripped the handle. "No, not closed eyes. Open them. My wife, blindness is not an option when you have perfectly fine eyes."

"Oh," she muttered. "You said feel, so I closed my eyes."

"It isn\'t the same feel you are thinking about. To feel the pressure of the sword in your hands, your eyes need to remain open all the time. Not just your eyes. All of your senses need to be cautious and active since we\'re not learning art," I said, "rather a way to avoid death in hideous situations."

"It... it feels strange to hold it, like... I don\'t know. But I like it."

"You really seem to like it," I mumbled. "Just don\'t like it more than you like me."

"You really are something..."