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Tristesse
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Tristesse had come to meet his father on the field outside the castle. His eyes adjusted to the blooming sunlight that was coming over the horizon, the orange and purple shooting throughout the sky as the very wisps of the sun that had made their way over the line overtook the kingdom. He was happy to have such an opportunity to see something so beautiful, but it was something that he realized he needed to take very seriously. The look on his dad's face when he had told him to meet him here on this practice field was severe, and it looked like it had a bit of a wild craze on it.

He realized that it was likely because his father feared what the times would bring him. Soon, the land would be in turmoil, and he could tell that. His father had just returned from meeting with the Steward of Oblivion, and that was only a day after the Worlds Congress. He realized that what was at stake here was war, and he didn't want to spend his time worrying about the well being of Wonderland, but wanted to spend his time making sure his advances were those of haste and success.

Still, he wondered what it was that he wanted, and as he had to prepare physically, he knew that he had to prepare mentally, and emotionally as well. He heard of the scars across the lands and people that the Oblivion Wars had left, and he was unwilling to be a part of that danger. He cared far too much for himself to let it get that bad.

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Terradagger had walked upon his son who was gazing out on the sunrise, and he feared that his son knew all too well what was happening, keeping these precious moments for himself as memories that would bring him through what would come. He looked over at the sunrise himself, with a bit of bittersweet happiness, knowing that the impossibility of peace was upon his door. There would likely be little chance that he would be able to pacify the war that came to his doorstep, but there was a greater chance that he would be able to quell it with magic and blade instead of diplomacy. Still, such a thing was dark to think about.

"Son," he called over with magic flaring around them, like the ostenato, the repetitive rhythm, drumming and constructing anthem, beginning their music between them. He realized that his son had become gifted in the arts of magic, and even that of deception, but his son knew almost nothing of swordplay. "We're here to train. Times are dangerous, and wee need to be sure that we're ready to defend our homes..."

Still, he went on to think on it harder. Of the swordsmen that he knew, the strongest was probably Jeremi, or Yima.

"I'd recommend that in the coming days, you see Yima and you see Jeremi, a dear old friend. They can help you in the art of swordplay, if that's something you wish to pursue. Otherwise, you can just continue to train with me. I know nothing of the art, though," he said with a bit of a grim look on his face. Still, he wanted to see his son prove his magic.

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Tristesse
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He took the thought into consideration, and wondered how well everything would go if he was to spar with Yima. He wanted to, and then, he feared it all at the same time. It wasn't something that he would think of to bond with his father, but it might help to expel his insecurities a bit. Still, he knew what this time was for, and as he felt the pulse of magic from his father, the first blasting of a cannon at war, he knew what he had to do in response.

His eyes closed, and as he opened them, there materialized nearby the three nobodies that had aided him since their creation. They were illusions at first, and then he fleshed them out with space magic and nothingness, causing them to be unfeeling, but at the same time, to be very powerful and useful.

A bear appeared on his left, and a snake and a tiger on his right, all carrying that same color scheme, a play on gray scales that made them beautiful, but muted. He blinked his eyes and again, they changed, their very appearance beginning to morph and shift until they all looked as he did. He smiled as space magic flowed within him, changing places with the tiger that was on his furthest right, so that he didn't feel like he had to worry about his father knowing which one to strike.

They all came forward, with cards appearing in their left hands, mimicking each other in such coordination that it seemed impossible, nearly insane. The deck of cards released three cards, slicing very quickly, at his father so that there would be a horizontal line of cards coming his way. With keyblades flashing into right hands, the boys all circled around his father, the rest of the cards forming a lack luster shield, a spiral, on the left wrist, a simple targe.

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Terradagger sensed the illusion magic, the nothingness magic, and the space magic all come into play, smelling each one as a different movement of a bigger orchestration, something that his son had devised not only to keep his safety, but also to confuse and disorient the opponent. It was a beautiful thought, and though it was well done, there were still flaws in his son's approach.

As the cards all came at him, he realized that it was all very easy, all very simple, and all he had to do was counter with wind magic, pushing everything away from him as he rippled the very atmosphere. He grinned as he responded to his son, circling him. He had to call out to nobody in particular, but all of them at the same time. "Too simple," he commented.

"The cards all came at me from nearly the same direction, and in a straight line. That shows flaw in your technique, and that you're not trying to fool me with your physical self, just what you call forth from magic. Try again."

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He took his father's word, and as he started to realize that what he said was true, there was only distortion in magic, but never a trickery cast with blade of card or sword. He needed to change something up, so he made the effort again, the cards flying from the targes, and from the ground as well, to form a circulating cloud in the sky. It looked angry, and heavy. Still, as some cards thundered down upon his father, there were some cards that snuck their way around, coming up from the ground as well, so that they started to cut upwards too.

The variation in the attacks was how he was going to lie. He was going to establish a tempo, the cards scissoring up and down, several at a time, though alternating between the two, fairly rhythmically. After three or four strikes of the same thing, he would alternate, the cards coming quicker and stronger, and the pattern changing. First, two from the top, then one from the bottom, and two from the top again. There were enough cards that this was something that was easy to do, and easy to formulate, though difficult to counter.

As his father might counter the motions from the the sky and the ground, the replicas might assist as well, throwing their keyblades only when the tempo started to distort, so that it was two top, keyblades, one bottom, keyblades, and two top again. Then they would come in for a slash, and attempt to cut down their foes.

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Terradagger watched as his son took his advice to an extreme, the cards starting to fulminate around him like a storm brewing, dangerous and ready to kill. The cards started to fly down at him, and they were easy enough to cast away, wind magic shooting from his hands upwards until the cards flew back in place.

There were cards that lifted off the ground as well, shooting towards the cloud as though polarized and magnetic, a clear cut and dangerous line making them nearly impossible to counter. The magic he had still allowed him the opportunity and it sheared from him, casting the cards to the side. Still, this process repeated several times, as they all started to shear around him, setting a tempo.

Terradagger almost frowned. He couldn't tell if his son was doing it on purpose, or if he had expected too much of his son, and just as he was ready to counter the cards lifting off the ground, their course hastened, and the cards from the sky came plunging down like lightning, striking at Terradagger. Several of them made their mark, cutting through his clothes and leaving his body with some cuts.

As the two cards came hailing from the sky, Terradagger realized that he had let himself become comfortable, and as the keyblades made haste towards him, he simply ducked so that they avoided their mark. Then again, cards lifted from the ground, and he responded with a pulse of magic, casting them to the ground. There were more keyblades, and Terradagger simply jumped off the ground and cast them all down with a blast of magic as they were crossing paths. As he was airborne, the cards came from above once more, and he had to cast air in their direction again, but another volley came in succession that was difficult to counter, even with his fast magic. He was able to get some off of him, but not all of them, the cards cutting through his clothes again.

He landed on the ground and looked at his son with a raised eyebrow. "I was going to say that it's best to deceive in small, quick movements, but I would say that you had me pretty well there. Still, I could have moved side to side to easily escape this very cylindrical attack pattern. Try something with more finesse, and... if you wouldn't mind..." he gestured at his cuts, asking his son for some assistance. Truth was, he wanted this to go until sundown, or at least until he was certain his son could handle it.

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He went to his father and placed his hands over his body quickly, the cuts closing and his father looking more invigorated than ever. He backed away as the replicas started to circle him. He didn't know if there was supposed to be a "go ahead" or a cap gun going off to suggest that they were starting again.

The four started in separate directions, circling away from the man for a moment, and then converging. The Snake Tristesse spat out (edit: typo) venom at his father, with the tighter Tristesse slid down, cards flying up and then kicking off to slash down aerially. The Bear Tristesse came in from the other side, swiping down, and striking with incredible force, enough to ripple the ground.

This was where Tristesse came in. He jumped and slashed down just before Tiger Tristesse could, slashing with strength and ripping through the air with incredible force. He had enchanted his own blade, so that, if it struck, his father would be trapped in an illusion, blind to the four attacking him.

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