“Don’t make a mistake like that again.” Her voice grunts out, hands clenched around her sharp blade, blood dripping from its tip. Mafuyu was.. angry. Was this the extent of the greatest force her mother had forged? Was this a joke? “..don’t humiliate my mother like this.” ‎ Mafuyu, the only heir of the Asahina Clan, soon-to-be Captain of the Royal Guard, was undoubtedly the best of the best. Even at the small age of 15, she could beat knights with far more experience than her with ease, without hesitation. Her mother taught her well. There wasn’t a single challenge for her here. ‎ ‎ The girl’s gaze turns downcast as she sheathes away her sword, turning her head to announce her next orders. “Five minute break.” She was playing captain for the day, since her mother was out with the Royals for some business trip. Mafuyu didn’t know specifics, but she did know she had to be as ruthless as her mother was on these men. They all saw Mafuyu as some sort of mannequin, a person who listened to only her mother and hardly ever did anything extraordinary, so it was a surprise for her to be so harsh. ‎ ‎ Mafuyu’s fists clench, the markings on her skin becoming more prominent. They came whenever she used her magic, the shadows swirling around her and then attaching to her arm, starting from her hand and inching up and up to her face. Usually it never got that bad, but it was up to her neck now, and stinging. That was the fatal flaw of Umbrankinesis—the power that flowed through her family name. She was overusing her magic, sure.. but there was no one here to tell her her limits now, not with her mother away, and she itched to take out the pain on the fools thinking this job could be so half-assed.