Story time!!

It was springtime. The weather was gorgeous: seventy degrees, sunny, and not a cloud in the sky. A hawk soared in the blue sky in large, lounging circles. Acacia looked up at it, thinking of nothing in particular. Today was perfect. Jason had asked her to meet him by the Magnolia tree at three. The Magnolia tree stood at the top of a small hill where she and Jason used to play games together as children. He wanted to practice fight with bokens, curved wooden Japanese swords. He had given her a small foam one for practice, but she was eager to move on to a wooden one.
The hawk flew away, and Acacia was shaken out of her reverie. She quickly walked back to her house, talking long strides, and retrieved her foam boken. She looked at the clock; it was two thirty. She hurried to the back door, grabbed her notebook, a hoodie, and sneakers, and ran out the door. There was a slight breeze and her long auburn hair fell around her small, attractive face. Her deep brown eyes sparkled in the sunshine and her cheeks glowed peach with the heat of the day.
She reached the hill where the beautiful, now budding, tree stood. It was two forty-five, so Acacia placed her black sword in the green grass, and sat down with her back pressed against the tree for support. Twenty minutes later, she awoke in pain and yelped. Jason was standing there, his blue foam sword crushing her little sneakered foot.
“Gah!” she cried out. “Pressure point! Pressure point!”
“Oh, sorry.” He released his grip on the boken and it fell to the ground. He offered Acacia his hand and helped her up. “Sleeping on the job, eh?” he said, smirking. His scruffy light brown hair shifted in the wind, and his brown eyes danced in amusement. “You ready for some fun?”
“You bet!” Acacia said cheerfully. “I’m going to kick your butt this time!” She grabbed her boken and ran behind the tree, although it was much too thin to conceal her. Jason shouted out a mock battle cry and leapt behind the tree, swiping at Acacia. She pointed her sword straight up to block and jumped out from behind the tree, swiftly swung it downward onto Jason’s shoulder. He dodged, spun, and chopped at her feet. She jumped, but a little late, so Jason’s sword clipped her left foot and she tripped. After taking several steps to regain her balance, she whirled around, only to receive a soft strike in her side. She groaned, disgusted at herself.
“Again,” said Jason, grinning. Acacia ran at him with a roar and swung her boken hard to his left side. He easily blocked and brought his sword gently down on her shoulder. “Again,” he said, no grin on his face. Beads of sweat were now forming on Acacia’s forehead, but Jason’s face was still dry. Once again, she rushed at him, boken raised, but he effortless sidestepped her blow and her side.
“Alright,” he said, breathing evenly. “We’re going back to basic training. There are only five strikes you really need to know. The rest is blocking and parrying.” He swung his boken down and touched her red hair lightly. “One. This one is quite dangerous, so please don’t do it full out.” He winced at the thought. Then, his sword whooshed through the air parallel to the ground and touched her left shoulder. “Two. Not quite as dangerous at all.” He did the same attack, only touching her right shoulder. “Three. Same as two, just on a different side.” With his boken at a forty-five degree angle, he hit her left leg. “Four. Again, not as dangerous.” He repeated the swing and hit her right leg. “Five, same as four. Now you try. One!” Acacia lightly brought her boken down onto Jason’s head. “Good. Two!” She swung towards his left side. “Three!” She swung towards his right side. “Four!” Left leg. “Five!” Right leg.
Jason had blocked all her strikes with great ease, but smiled when she finished and said, “Very good, very good. Now, the blocks are quite simple. One!” She swung her sword down, and he brought he sword up, perpendicular to hers. “Two!” She swung her sword and he met it with his so they made a perfect X. “Get the picture? Now, I’m going to attack you, and block with a perpendicular strike.” He swung, one, two, three, four, and five. “Quite easy, yeah? Alright, let’s try this again.” His sword started slowly, and built up speed. Acacia was keeping up quite well. “Keep it in! Not too far, though, or else you can’t strike.” He mixed the order, and she seems to stay with him, but after thirty or so strikes, she got tired and let her guard down. Smack! Acacia cried out in pain, her side smarting where Jason’s boken made contact.
She groaned, “A break, please? That last one got me good.”
“No!” There was another dull pain, this time on her leg. “Your enemy won’t stop, so you can’t. Again!” He hit her with another flurry of attacks, but this time she kept her eye on the blue blade and blocked most of his strikes. Sweat dripped off her nose, and she moved her hand to wipe it away. Just at that moment, Jason brought his sword down with more force than he intended on her head. Acacia’s head swum and she dropped to the ground, dazed.
Jason tossed his boken in the grass, and knelt down beside her. “You okay?” he said, his voice calm, but his face concerned. “Come on, up you go.” He grabbed her hands and pulled her up. “You’re lucky I didn’t finish you off when you were down,” he laughed. Acacia’s black boken lay in the grass next to her so Jason picked it up and handed it to her. “Here. Let’s go again. This time you try to hit me.”
Acacia took her boken and took a stance, staying lightly on the balls of her feet. Her head still spun, but she tried to hide it with a smirk. With a mock battle cry, she hit his sword with hers. The dull plunk of the foam hitting was the only sound she heard, beside her own grunts and shouts. Finally, after five minutes of her aching arms swinging back and forth, she landed a blow. It was light, but she hit him on his left leg. Running twenty feet back, she let out a whoop of victory and jumped up, punching the air.
Jason grinned widely. “Excellent, now we’re ready for a real fight.” He swung his boken in a wide arc over his head. “Come and get me!” Acacia ran back, laughing, her boken trailing behind her. She swung with all her might towards Jason’s left side, but he parried and thrust his sword into her right side. Acacia squealed, ran back, and charged again. This time she got in two swings before being touched by the blue boken. She charged again, this time the fight lasted two minutes before she was disabled, and her sword flew seven feet away and she watched it like a cat. The next fight lasted five minutes, but again, she was disarmed.
Finally, Acacia decided to just fight defensively. Jason came at her, and all she did was block and parry, block and parry. Occasionally, when she saw a weak spot she would attack, but mostly she defended herself. Thump, thump, thump. The sound of the foam swords colliding was almost hypnotic.
Finally Jason made a blunder. He raised his boken too high, and tried to slice down onto Acacia’s shoulder. She took the opportunity to hit him in the left side, then his left leg. Finally, she had won. They both stopped, hands on their knees, and looked at each other, panting. Jason threw down his sword onto the grass and held out his hand. Acacia shook it and said, “Good fight. Thank you.”
“No problem,” he said, breathing heavily. “Good fight. I’ll get you next time,” he said with a mischievous smirk on his face.
“Oh, you can try. I’ll always beat you in the end.”

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