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Their swords clash in the mountain mist, steel singing against steel. Baoshan Sanren moves like water, like wind, like she was born from the clouds themselves. Lan Yi meets her with equal grace, her blade a streak of silver light.
They circle each other, breathless, smiling.
"You've improved," Baoshan Sanren says, tilting her head.
"I had a good teacher," Lan Yi replies, and lunges.
Their blades lock. Baoshan Sanren twists, disarming Lan Yi with a flick of her wrist. The sword spins away, embedding in the earth. Lan Yi stumbles forward, right into Baoshan Sanren's arms.
For a moment, neither moves. The tension hums between them, sharp as any blade.
Then Baoshan Sanren cups her face and kisses her.
Lan Yi melts into it, hands fisting in her robes. When they break apart, Baoshan Sanren is laughing softly, her forehead pressed to Lan Yi's.
"Distracted," Baoshan Sanren whispers.
Lan Yi smiles, dazed. "Worth it."