#rokon

Six- or 10-sentence Sunday or something. Also, @fluffbruary February 22 : sound | sparkling | wry

Continuing this fiction. Read more on AO3.

There was a slight commotion outside. It made Wakamiya forget the momentary restlessness that he was feeling inside. Grunts, laughter, the sound of two sticks sparring.

“Watch your arm, Yukiya-dono. You always tend to overextend it that it doesn’t hit your target!”

Rokon’s voice overwhelmed the courtyard. The dojo was too hot at this time of the day. Earlier Lord Natsuka’s escort took off his upper garment urging Yukiya to do the same.

“I’d rather not,” the teenager insisted.

“What?! Why not? The temperature will affect your performance.”

“It won’t!”

“Hahahaha! What are you hiding?” His eyes squinted and he began to laugh. He even stepped closer to Yukiya to grab his chest. It irritated the boy who immediately cover it with his arms. If it was one of his tactics to intimidate his enemy then he succeeded. Yukiya witnessed how talented the noble Yatagarasu from the South was. But his reputation stretched beyond his physical prowess and tactical abilities against his opponents, but also when it came down to the question of satisfying his lust. There were talks that he fathered children out of wedlock even though he offered himself to the mountain god. There was even a rumour that female Yatagarasu was not enough, but as a student, he had an affair with a young scholar. Though he was Lord Natsuka's servant he knew that he was not loyal to Wakamiya.

“Your task is to guide him, Rokon-dono. Is it too much to ask?” Nazukihiko shouted. How long was he watching them, Yukiya wondered.

“Your Highness, are you questioning my ways? Was it you who told me to do whatever I could to make sure that Yukiya was fit to enter the academy?” Rokon cast a wry glance in the crown prince’s direction.

I find it very funny how Sumio doesn't want anything to do with Rokon.

Today’s long haired anime guy of the day is: