Carol was lying under the cherry blossom tree that was out of place on the entire island, and the pink petals flying in the wind weaved into a beautiful embroidery and gradually covered her. The woman under the tree finally stood up, and the petals were shaken off. She walked slowly towards the castle with the lights still on, carrying a scent and stepping on the shadow under the moonlight.
The door of the castle was open, and Hawkeye was sitting on the sofa reading a book as usual, waiting for her apprentice who came home late from sword practice, but she was not returning from training today.
Carol walked into the castle and walked towards the master who didn't look up. Finally, she stopped in front of the table, lowered her head and looked away from him, and said calmly: "I lost." After she said that, she saw the glass of milk on the table that seemed to be still steaming. She didn't know when it started, but it seemed that it had been like this since she settled here eight years ago. The castle with lights on, the master reading the newspaper under the lamp, the steaming milk... She didn't want to think about it anymore, raised her head and continued to say to the master: "If you stay any longer, you will lose even more miserably."
Hawkeye, who was sitting on the sofa, had put down the book in his hand, "Are you shrinking? You were not like this when I took you away."
Carol picked up the milk on the table, and she could still feel a trace of residual warmth on the cup, "I have changed and I am tired. Now I am not worthy of being taken away by you anymore, and I am no longer worthy of being your apprentice."
Eagle Eyes looked at the abnormal disciple, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? If you don't feel well, just take a rest."
Carol put down the cup in her hand and looked up at the master on the chair, "Are you going to kill me or let me leave?"
"Leave? Just because of a failure?" Hawkeye looked at the expressionless Carol. She usually came back covered in sweat and her face was red. Today, the fragrance of flowers on her body is stronger, but her whole body is deserted.
"I can never win you, can I?" Her eyes were distracted and seemed to be staring at the master's hand holding the book.
"It's even more impossible to win without me."
"Twenty-one years, I'm tired. You don't need me now, and maybe I don't need you anymore." She looked away from her master's hand and walked towards the stairs.
"What do you mind? Is it me taking him on as a disciple or is it his talent and progress?"
She stopped going upstairs and stood at the top of the stairs, "I just think sometimes, why not me?"
"Luo'er, you are good enough. There is no need to insist on one failure. It is normal to fail before becoming the strongest."
"I can't be the strongest, and I won't pursue the strongest. I backed down and gave up." She took a step towards the steps, but her body did not move. A few seconds later, the person who maintained the posture on the steps continued, "Master, from beginning to end, what I pursue is not the strongest position." She paused and continued, "but you in that position."
Concept: Master-disciple love, uncle and lolita, dad's boyfriend