Editing Seirei Tsukai no Blade Dance:Volume2 Chapter4 Draft (section)

===Part 6===

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"Ho...How is it, Kamito? Does it feel good?"

"Ah, I'm the one who's making you feel good, right?"

(Wa...Wait, what... kind of situation is this!?)

Three minutes was all it took to completely overwhelm the boy.

...Kamito wondered if he was having a nasty nightmare. However, these sensations were completely real.

He ended up being covered in bubble-foam with two beautiful girls on both sides in a bathroom originally designed for one person only.

Furthermore, Claire wasn't even wearing a swimsuit. Her naked body was just wrapped in a towel.

Her vivid crimson red hair looked pretty on her fine milky-white skin.

She had a petite build and slender proportions.

That lovely fairy-like body of hers was more than charming enough despite the lack in the breasts department.

Through the slit of her towel red marks could be seen on her thigh. Those were left by the leather whip she always wore wreathed around her leg. These marks were strangely captivating.

Kamito earnestly tried not to look at the two of them, but because the room was small, they ended up rubbing against each other with every slight movement. That ended up further boosting his imagination.

"Kyaa...hey, what are you touching, idiot!"

"Ah, if you move like that, you'll rub my front...Hyauu."

Every twist of his body earned him similar words.

(Give me a break...)

If boys his age heard this, they might think it was the Shangri-La everyone dreamed of, but for him… It felt like he was sitting on a bed with sticking nails.

...Why was this happening, he was not sure.

Maybe it was because of the strong rivalry Claire had with Fianna. She blurted those words out in the heat of the moment and because of her pride couldn’t back out later. For Kamito thought, that was not a good enough excuse.

He should be getting out from here as quickly as possible, but if he moved even a little, they would end up directly rubbing their skin with each other, so even if he wanted to, he couldn't do a thing.
	
"Hey, I'm the one who's making you feel good, right? Say that it feels good!"

"Ouchhh, you're scrubbing too hard."

"Eh, it hurts that much? ... Wow, your back is full of scares."

"Ah, that's because I've been always hurt by a certain somebody." 

"I...I'm sorry..."

Kamito groaned at Claire’s awkward apology.

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"—No, That was joking. Those are old wounds from the past."

He received these injuries at the time when he still called himself {{Furigana|Strongest Blade Dancer|Ren Ashbell|margin=13}}.

"...Hn? Fianna, what are you looking at?"

—Claire frowned at the princess.

"I...it's nothing."

"Is there something wrong with my spirit seal?"

Since a while ago Fianna had been constantly sending it glances.

"Di...didn't I say that it's nothing!"

Fianna let out in a flustered voice unlike her usual self and quickly averted her eyes.

Claire stared at her, puzzled by the strange reaction—

"...It’s quite unusual, where you have yours."

The swimsuit Fianna wore allowed Claire to get a look at the princess’ seal which was at her cleavage.

"You're a holy spirit user, right?"

"Yea... that's it."

Fianna answered with a slightly stiff expression.

"What kind of spirit is yours? Summon it and show it to us."

Kamito was interested in that too. As teammates participating in the same quest, they should at least have a grasp of the type of spirits they used. It was natural for a team to know that about each other.

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But for some reason, Fianna turned away with a seemingly displeased look.

"I'll show it to you when necessary. An elementalist doesn't thoughtlessly summon her contracted spirit."

Certainly, there were also elementalists with that kind of thinking among the academy students.

There was, after all, the possibility that their spirits would be seen by rivals, who could from their appearances deduce the summon’s attributes, weaknesses and so on.

On the other hand—

"If you don't communicate with your contracted spirit daily, there will be no trust between you two."

There were also people who thought like Claire and they made up the majority of the academy students.

Both opinions were reasonable, so neither could be called wrong, but…

For some reason, Claire’s words seemed to have gotten on Fianna's nerves.

"...You won't understand. Claire Rouge."

"...? Hey, what do you mean by that—"

"I'm getting out already."

Fianna muttered with an ice-cold voice and quickly stood up.

At that moment—

A faint noise reached Kamito’s ear.

It came from afar and normal humans would fail to hear it. The sound of metal clashing.

However, he, who once received training at the «Instructional School», caught it easily.

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"Kamito, what's the matter?"

"There's a battle occurring within the academy—"

It might be a fellow academy student's duel. No, if that was the case, the Sylphid Knights would have immediately stopped it.

"I have a bad premonition."

That was a pure uneasiness— to be honest. His intuition as an elementalist, which was honed as he went through countless battles, was the only thing he wanted to believe did not dull with time.

(There's no doubt, there's a terrible fellow—)

He dashed out of the bathroom and nimbly put on his uniform. While he was doing it Est woke up, rubbing her eyelids and looking sleepy, in her pajamas. It seemed that this sword spirit also felt that something was going on.

"Kamito, there's something not good outside."

"Ahh, sorry for waking you up, Est."

"No, Kamito. I'm your sword."

Kamito grasped Est's small hand and the girl's body dissipated into light particles—

Only to be immediately reformed into the elemental waffe— Terminus Est.

He felt that her sword body was smaller and her radiance was also duller compared to usual, but she had just woken up, so it couldn't be helped.

Kamito jumped out from the room's window.

"Wa...Wait up... ahh, come on! Come, Scarlet!"

Claire called her contracted spirit and jumped out, chasing Kamito.