Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ Grapes and Flowers ❯ Her Sword ( Chapter 7 )

I hate violence, thought Budoo as she stood in front of the packed case filled with the student council's elaborate weapons, gifts from past alumni and defeated schools. At least I don't have to hurt Utena. But last time I nearly She selected a plain looking sword. It didn't look like it belonged, in fact, it was so unadorned. It seemed study but she kept herself from hopping it would not break so that she could win. I don't want to ruin one of their swords but ***
"Utena, have you heard?"
"Yes. It can't be helped, Budoo. And I know it's not your fault. We have to, and that's okay."
"What about Anthy? If I win she'll miss you."
"I'll still be able to see her," (she waved her hand, "nonsense.")
Budoo groaned an "I don't know...." "I don't think you or she will have to worry," she assured Utena, (and herself.) "You saw me last time," she laughed.
"Maybe you want to practice before," Utena suggested.
"No, I'm busy, anyway, I don't wanna win."
"That's okay, Budoo, but you have to promise you'll give me your best effort."
"Alright, Utena, I will. I promise."