Akaza Stance Novels & Stories

Ace cooed but his touch was aggressive when he yanked me down and spun me around. Sliding a hand over my spine, he had me leaning over the ledge with my eyes fixed on the busy street below. Everything looked tiny from up here. Every person down there was so oblivious of what was happening up here. Even if they looked up, the glare of the sun would obstruct their vision. Ace's long fingers cuffed the back of my neck to hold me in place while his other hand skimmed over the waistband of my tights, "Not going to take my time with you. This is going to be hard and fast baby."

It has been over a few weeks since Akihabara and there were a few things to keep in mind. The technique that Kazuha used against Kurai was fascinating to him so she is trying to teach it to him however, to do so, he has to learn how to get rid of some old habits first before actually learning the technique. "No, you got it all wrong!" Kazuha snapped and stopped Cai Kang before he could finish his stance. "What? I followed your directions." He said increduously.

Mason stepped forward instinctively to steady me, his hand lightly brushing my arm. “Maybe basics aren’t such a bad idea after all,” he said softly, his tone more gentle than Zaza's teasing. “Alright, fine,” I huffed, steadying myself. “What’s first?” “Footwork,” Zaza announced with exaggerated authority, pacing in front of me like an instructor. “A warrior’s stance is everything. If you’re not balanced, you’re an easy target.” He demonstrated, planting his feet firmly apart and lowering his center of gravity. “Copy me.” I mimicked his stance, though it felt awkward. My knees wobbled slightly, and Zaza shook his head, walking over to adjust my posture.

His lips curled. “Now you've revealed your true intentions, we’ll see who would end up missing; watch your back Ariel. And stop calling me that.” Azariel warned. “Stop calling you what? You mean Aza? Aza, aza, aza.” Ariel called out intentionally, irking Azariel. Ignored them both as I broke into the wooden shack. Kaiza was seated on the bare floor, with her eyes closed and her leg crossed. Her hands were also raised up like she was meditating, her long, black hair floated with a blue hue encasing it.

I prayed none of the triplets would come and misunderstand. "Okay show me your stance." He requested and I pushed my left hand forward and folded my palm. "That is your stance?", He asked to be certain and I was slightly offended by his question but I nodded. "Your balance isn't so great. You could fall with a little push and your hands should be in front of your face to ward off any attack made to your face." He corrected me and showed me his stance and his hand placement and it made sense. And Moon Goddess should be seeing this creature, he's so gentle.

Gustam is behind his desk looking at some papers as he always does, every day, come on Aya, be brave, remember Zenitsu, he is the embodiment of fearfulness, but when it comes to Nezuko he turns into the bravest in the whole universe of the anime Kimetsu no Yaiba, be like him! With my eyes closed I opened the door without even knocking, he is probably looking at me without understanding anything, I let my briefcase fall on the floor and still with my eyes closed I kneel down, put my hands on the floor and rest my forehead, I always see the anime characters doing this position to beg for something or to apologize, I need to beg for help. I fill my lungs with air, open my eyes and stare at the

POV: Nova "Step here, Kael," I said, and my hand found his in the gesture of guidance that the training required, and the moment our fingers made contact I felt the particular quality of that specific contact, the one that had been accumulating context for months, the warmth of it arriving in my skin before I had consciously registered the touch rather than after, which was the thing about his presence that I had never fully adjusted to and suspected I never would because adjusting to it would require a kind of active management that the rest of my attention could not spare. "Align the stance from the center. Balance begins there and radiates outward, not from the shoulders, not from the arm

I nodded, dropping into the stance Kira had drilled into me. "Begin!"

ARIA I took a deep breath and charged forward at Aziz. He smirked, his eyes blazing golden, and I could already predict his next move. He was expecting me to hit a cross punch with my left, so I hit with my right. He dodged it at the last second and blocked my kick. Damn it. I jumped back a bit and corrected my stance. It was his time to attack me. He went for my solar plexus, but I was faster. I grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm. He kicked me, freeing himself from my grip, but as he did, he needed to lower his guard. He was exposed for a split second. It was my moment to gain an advantage. I placed my foot between his two feet. A second later, I threw him over my shoulder. He landed on