I sit there as tears streamed down my cheeks.

"May I 'elp you?"Says a French accented voice. The voice was so sudden and it made me jump.

I look up to see Spy. I could feel my tear tainted cheeks heat up.

'Crap... I ran into the wrong room...'

"N-No. There's nothing y-you can help me with..."I say sniffling, standing up,"Sorry for running into your room unannounced. I just... Sorry..."I apologized quietly as tears continued to stream down my cheeks.

Spy takes notice of this and reaches his hand out towards me. I immediately back away from him.

He gives me a confused look. My eyes wander his balaclava covered face. My eyes then meet his, his steel blue irises boring into mine. I then look away from his piercing eyes.

He takes a red handkerchief out of his suit handing it to me. I look at it for a moment before taking it. I wiped my tears off my face. Some tears still dripped down from my eyes.

'Why am I still crying?'

'Because you're a cry baby.'

'Shut the hell up you conscience bastard.'

'Heheh.'

"Thank you..."I say quietly. "You are welcome, madame."He says,"You can keep the handkerchief."

I nod. I then turn to leave,"Sorry... Again... I hope I wasn't disturbing you..."I say quietly before walking out, leaving Spy standing there confused.

I sighed deeply and went to my room. I get there and close the door behind me. I sit down on the edge of my bed, Spy's handkerchief still in my hand. I slightly smile, walking over to my dresser and neatly putting the handkerchief down.

I sighed and looked into my dresser mirror. Tears still stained my cheeks. I got my towel and patted my face. Drying my face up. I then sigh deeply into my towel,"Fuck my life..."I say which was muffled into my towel.

I pulled the towel away from my face and put it back. I look around my room and see my sword propped on the wall. I walk over to it and take it off the mount.

I took the sheath, and could hear the blade as it slid out. I see my reflection on the sword. This sword was my brother's sword. My brother was the eldest. I was the second eldest.

My fingertips traced along the side of the cool blade and the sharp side. As I looked at the sword. Happy memories flooded through my mind. Especially that one time.

{Flashback}
"(Y/n)! You have to hold the sword higher!"My older brother said.

"I-I can't!"I managed to gasp out.

"(Y/n)! It's 20 pound sword. And you're practically 13. Of course you can pick it up!"

"A freakin 20 pound sword half the size as me! You dummy!"I shouted at him trying to keep the sword in the air in frustration. My arms were about to give out.

"(Y/n). If you can't hold the sword properly, what will dad say? Hm?"He said.

"I don't know! Ah!"I yelled as I accidentally dropped the sword onto the ground.

I scowled,"Arg! I'm never gonna hold up a stupid sword. Might as well behead me now!"I said kicking the dirt in frustration.

My brother sighed shaking his head as he watched me put up a little tantrum.

I punched a tree, leaving a dent in it and slumped to the ground. Trying to calm down. I was a hot head when I was younger. Easily tempered. I inhaled and exhaled deeply letting all the anger leak out slowly. My head pounded. Sweat trickled down my forehead.

My brother walks over to me,"You calm now?"He asked.

I stayed there silent. Until I finally spoke,"I'm a failure..."

"Oh, (Y/n)."He sighed sitting down next to me,"Don't say that."

"But I am."I said.

"What makes you think that?"He asked.

"I can't even pick up a stupid 20 pound sword. I can't hunt because I'm such a nature lover. I can't eat or act like a warrior. I'm weak. Ugh!"

"Well, you have the temper like a warrior that's for sure."He said jokingly. I glared at him as I hit him at the back of his head.

I sighed,"I'm never gonna be like you guys... I'm possibly the worst warrior that has ever been born in this family."I said leaning my head back against the tree trunk.

"No, (Y/n) it's just that... It's just that you're a late bloomer. That's all."He said encouraging me.

I rolled my eyes,"Yeah. Right."

My brother sighed, also leaning his head back against the tree trunk. He looked at the dent I made when I punched the tree.

"You say you're weak. But I say you're not."He said.

I looked at him,"What do you mean?"

"Well, you say you're not strong. But just punched this tree and practically dented to trunk a bit."

"Yeah? So?"

"So. In conclusion, I think that when you are angry. You're much stronger than you think you are."He said smirking at me.

"Tch. Yeah right."I said crossing my arms across my chest,"I probably just punched a weak part of the tree."

"Hm. I don't know about that."He says standing up,"Follow me."

I looked at him and stood up to follow him.

He got out two wooden planks and held them towards me,"Break this in half."He said.

"Why-"

"Just do it."

I sighed and punched as hard as I can. Only to feel a stinging pain course through my hand,"Ow!"

"Again."

"B-"

"Again."He said in a much more serious tone.

I groaned, starting to get annoyed. I punched the wooden planks multiple times.

"Damn! I can't do it!"I said.

"Alright."He said shrugging,"You can't even do a simple thing and hold up a sword and not know how to punch two simple wooden planks."He said.

"I can too!"

"Prove it to me then."

"I will!"I said getting angry.

He held up the boards again, I lift my fist in the air and made straight towards the boards. Breaking them in half with all the force.

I look in shock at what I have done. He smirked,"Say you're not strong when angered, hm?"He asked.

I smiled. I then hugged him,"Thanks."I said. He chuckled,"No problem, kid. No problem."
{Flashback over}

I sigh. Smiling. He made me believe how strong I was. He had me prove to myself that I wasn't weak. Without him, it's like half of me is gone. We never got to say goodbye. But our apologies. A single tear dropped down and fell onto the blade.

"Why did my life have to be this way? Oh well... I guess I got to live with what I got..."I sigh.

Then the alarm starts blaring. Red lights flashing.

"Our Intelligence has been stolen!"The Administrator says over the speakers.

"Well crap... My first battle."I mutter putting my sword into the sheath on my waist belt. I put on my helmet which covers my entire head. Only a hole for my eyes were there. So the only risk would be losing a eyes. Red paint streaked across the helmet. I grabbed my 80 pound shield and hoisted onto my arm.

I then walked out of my room.

"Hell is gonna go down..."I mutter.

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A/N:This chapter was freaking faster as hell because I copied and pasted that flashback you had. I was gonna put it in the previous chapter... But... Yeah... Faster than fucking expected. Hell must be dawned upon me. Again, I'm trash....