The first moment I had met her I had underestimated her.

I focused on the straw filled dummy as my sword easily slashed through the flimsy thing. I panted slightly the heat wave making the air almost un-breathable. I continued any ways one goal in mind.

I had to improve.

It had only been around a month since the fiery white haired technician had….. defeated me in battle. Instead of dealing a final blow she offered a spot in her army for me along with my battle companions. I remember telling her that I would join in her mission but that I preferred to be left alone. She grudgingly submitted to my wishes only contacting me to notify me if I was on the battle front that day or if I had hunting duty or a meeting to attend with Chrom. Who I had actually become pretty decent friends with over the past month.

I swung my sword and decapitated a wooden dummy the sword giving little to no resistance from my trained muscles. I lightly panted as I continued my sword play. Retracing countless battle styles and foot work that I had drilled into myself over and over again. I felt frustration take hold as I noticed my stance being off and my sword work was sloppy.

It's because I can't get that darn woman out of my head.

Out of all my years of fighting I had never faced this dilemma. I had rarely ever been d-defeated.

My first impression of her was quite terrifying if I remember correctly. She had a fire in her magenta eyes that shone when she fought while her white flowing mane of unruly ringlettes made her a sight to be reckoned with.

I remember her foot work with a sword was like a dance all in itself, it was graceful and deadly that held a sense of hope and ferocity that a rare few of my best masters possessed. She obtained a dace that I was clearly out matched in. But it was afterwards that had me stunned the most. Along with it being the root of my frustration.

This stunning goddess warrior of light, was a complete child.

She wasn't young either, no, she was a grown woman and yet she still held a sense of childish impulses. She was an extremely perky person and was overly loud. I had actually seen her around camp many a time bouncing on her bare feet in joy and screaming from happiness. She was usually seen with a shy pink haired dancer, drooling over romance novels with the overly perfect and organized Pegasus rider, or making sweets with the ginger haired thief who continually raided the kitchen in search of sugar.

She was also the biggest book worm I had ever encountered in all my travels. On our week off I observed that she didn't leave her tent for a full three days because of a series that she couldn't "put down" she had to be dragged out of her tent by Chorm because she was so invested. Not to mention she was constantly chattering and laughing. In a sense I think realizing this made me even more intimidated by her than our first meeting.

Not to mention strategy meetings with her where the most intense and awe-inspiring events of the whole army. It was only around these times that I saw that warrior who had beaten me with her crafty ways of surprising the enemy and saving as many lives as possible her clever tricks that made me hold the deepest admiration for the girl.

Of course I had also observed her training as well. Which was mostly her explaining new techniques to her sparring partner than the girl actually training. And when she did finally get time to train she was always distracted in some way, be it through someone coming to fetch her or herself becoming distracted with another matter that required her expertise in strategy.

That was also a huge frustration.

How did this woman beat me?

I had trained my whole life to defeat strong opponents. To surpass even the mightiest solder and I was defeated by this sugar plum pixie of a woman. I had only seen a rare handful of the moments from her proving that she was the actual warrior I had been defeated by. Those moments usually were when she was practicing by herself at night and when she was in a battle meeting. Only then did she hold a respect and a maturity to herself that I had only encountered with three people in my lifetime and it was truly mesmerizing.

I completely tore open the straw dummy my body not even phased by the work out. I took a few cleansing breaths trying to get rid of the feelings I harbored. I had learned the hard way that fighting fueled by anger was never the right way to battle someone. I shook out my toned muscles and went to go get some logs for my next work out. I might as well cut fire wood and hone my skills.

With a few swings I easily sliced the wood into three's. I continued my work out hoping to get a few extra minutes.

The group should be getting back from there raid soon and I had full intention of leaving before it got noisy and crowded. My bare chest heaved a huge sigh I continued in the blasted heat.

"Hello, Priam. More swordplay?"

I paused as I could instantly recognize that sing song voice. I glanced over to find that the white haired technician was happily sitting on the edge of the practice area her feet dangling and swaying as she had a worn smile on her face.

I internally heaved a huge sigh and warned, "Stay back-this is a real blade I'm training with." I let out a few grunts as I swung the blade with expert precision. "Hyeah! Ho! Hyuh!"

I heard the bubbly girl clap and whistle as she stated. "Amazing! You cut the log into perfect thirds, all without touching a branch!"

I gathered the wood up and set up another log. I was about to strike again but felt the sensation of intense eyes on me.

I guess I should have expected this. I set my blade down and gave my full attention to the curly haired girl.

"Did you need something?" I asked.

I was a little put off that she was being both a physical and mental distraction today. Now that my full attention was on her I realized that she had taken off her clunky jacket and was in a tank top her mane of curly white hair flowing past her shoulders. I avoided my gaze from her well, assets, slightly uncomfortable.

She gave me a bright smile and stated seriously. "We're about to drill some group formations while were still fresh from the raid. Care to join us?" Her head tilted to the side ever so slightly having more of her starlight hair fall into view. Her deep purple eyes held such a light to them that possessed both maturity and a childlike mischief. Her bright smile fazing me for a second.

That was another problem I faced.

She was stunning.

I instantly avoided eye contact and recited. "I seek the strength of the single warrior, the indomitable lone wolf. It is my goal to stand as the mightiest of all rivals on the battlefield. I have no need for parade-ground quadrilles. I told you before I fight alone." I waved my hand at her and was about to continue.

I saw her don an interesting expression. As she got up from her seat. She walked up to me and with a very sweet and honest expression explained very matter of fact. "I admire any soldier who wants to make themselves stronger." I felt some of the frustrating ebb away as she continued.

"However," I felt my mood drop, "my duty is to build our fighting force into a cohesive and effective unit. And that means, mister lone wolf, that it would be good for both you and the rest of the army." She lightly added her arms across her chest now.

She's surprisingly relaxed around me to day. Usually she was as energetic as a fire work.

I looked at the small girl finally getting a good look at her. She had dozens upon dozens of scars across her arms and body each one running pretty thick. The scars on her fair skin telling me she was a very seasoned warrior or a complete reckless risk taker.

One scar was actually marring her face that was usually covered by her chaotic hair. Her hands bore the signs of hard work and calluses, grime and dirt had stained her fingernails. Her right hand actually was completely wrapped each finger wrapped tightly. Her feet were also wrapped under those thick boots of hers. I also noticed how toned her whole body was for being so small but how it still held a soft curviness that had me fooled from afar.

It was foolish of me to assume she wasn't a hard worker.

I was nearly tempted to take her up on that offer just out of respect but knew I would only burden her little exercise and grow bored with the basic tactics that I have learned thousands of times.

I drew my attention away from the girl and repeated. "I've no desire to denigrate your work. So long as I may follow my own path I have no need for unnecessary activities."

I went to splash some water on my face and hung up my sword knowing that I should at least try to talk with her even if it was just out of respect.

"Well, individual strength IS important... Perhaps I should train solo more often." She leaned on one of the threes near the bucket of water I had set up.

She would probably benefit more from training alone. With no one to distract her. I splashed my face and started to wash away some of the sweat when I announced.

"Anyone who dares step onto a battlefield needs to be physically ready." I felt my passion for the sword flare a little bit as I remembered what my masters have all taught me and how physical health was one of the most important things to be concerned with.

I was about to continue when I heard the albino woman interrupt and excitedly suggest.

"Then perhaps you should provide me with some training?"

I was stunned at the thought. She was asking practice from me? She waited patiently for my response I stood frozen.

She giggled a little apparently at my expression as I replied quickly "You are asking to be my pupil?"

I saw the sweet girl shrug and smile as she argued. "Well, why not? Everyone agrees your martial prowess is second to none."

Well, second to you.

I straightened my posture as I thought about what I would be signing up for. Endless hours of her chattering and working on her sword play. A never-ending stream of her questions. Bottomless hours of work and having to deal with her chummy atmosphere. Days of having her sugary sweet presence in my training sessions.

I guess it wouldn't be too bad.

"Very well. You may join my training sessions. I will provide occasional guidance." I muttered the last part. At least I would be able to evaluate her battle strategy.

I watched as she instantly went off like a firework and cheered. I could tell the girl was wanting to embrace me but thought better of it as she smiled and awkwardly patted my bare shoulder.

She was kind of a funny one wasn't she?

I watched the cute albino hurriedly grabbed her coat and wave as she left shouting back. "Then I look forward to our first lesson, Master Priam." She shot me a wink as her teasing tone echoed through the empty practice area. I watched as she left a slight skip to her step. The hurricane of a woman leaving the ring emptier than when she had left.

I felt a blush trail up my face at the word master.

I blushed harder as I realized what I had just signed myself up for.

I should really stop underestimating her.

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