Haito: A Short Story

He has a longer sword than me, more reach. Looks too heavy for his own good. I try to be quick about getting close, but he caught on. He swings his sword at my hilt but I jump back in time. It amazes me how his small figure can swing that sword so fast.
"You're quick, I've fought people like you be-"
I interrupt his trash talk by swinging at his sword. I keep partying his place away, trying to make him lose his balance. He manages to block every hit, but after blocking the last one I gave out his heel slipped. Now that I got him caught off guard I can strike near the hilt. I go for it, but he's gone!
"Above you!"
I look up, and have no choice but to defend. I take a decent blow, almost losing grip on my sword. This guy is crazy, no wonder
Haito was known as the swift strike in my city, being that it only took one swift strike to win most of the local tournaments he's been in. With the exception of this one, tournaments have never really been my thing, I don't like to give my future opponents any sign of weakness or a chance to come up with a strategy for my swordplay. I know Haito has the balance of a drunk man when he gets too into his fights, so it'll be interesting to see how this one turns out. That's the difference between the way our father taught us things and the way everyone else learned. People have only heard about our skills, and select few have seen my
"I don't know, we're fighting for that honor at the moment."
"It's not like we don't know anything about it. We're becoming the Crimson Knight, the big hero who stood up to the other three Knights."
I looked up to the sky, thinking about that. "That's true, but I think it'll be worth it. Especially since we can help people, and travel the world. You know, see amazing wonders. Greater than even the Crimson Knights power itself I'm sure."
He looked at me and then smiled.
"That's true, there has to be something bigger. Bigger, than the Crimson Knight. I've thought about it since Father started telling us the stories," He took a deep breath, "But enough of that, let's go meet up with the others shall we?"
We walked to the social area. We seen everyone talking, so we causally walked up to them.
"Tai! You killed it out there, that upwards strike really caught him off guard." Father put his arm around me.
"Thanks, I was trying to be strategic about it. He almost had me though, I can't be so clumsy."
"Don't worry about it now, you were the victor!" Lyon cheered to us.
"I'm looking foward to your fight Taylor. You're going against Tyson right?" I