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The smirk on Takao’s face only grew, cracking his knuckles. “They were a threat. Not a great one but they could have endangered my marvellous plans.” The assassin spoke carefully and thought about each of his words, how reckless and thoughtless they might’ve sounded.
Chuckling, he threw his hood off his head to reveal his full face. “I know how an assassin has to behave, my dear Akashi Seijuro,” he spoke this name with all the mockery he could get into his voice, “but I thought this was a special occasion. I mean, after all the last time that passed since we saw each other in Japan we now meet here in Italy. I knew templars were cowards all along, but that they run that far because of an assassin – ah, that really is spectacular indeed. Or are you the only one doing that? Are you the disappointment among them?”
Behind all that mockery, Takao Kazunari was actually concerned. He knew that Akashi was skilled and he had heard those legend that loomed around his special abilities. There still was the tiny chance of him losing that fight that lasted across the whole world and began with one simple assassination which soon turned out to be more than just that.
He unsheathed the sword that was dangling of the belt around his waist and threw it to the templar’s feet, before also unsheathing the one that was strapped to his back.
“What a nice enemy I am, eh? Offering you a fair fight instead of just slaying you like a dirty mongrel,” Takao said, weighing the sharp blade in his hands and waiting for his opponent to pick up his weapon.
Akashi focused his mismatched eyes onto the face of the assassin, inhaling sharply as he recognized those familiar blue irises. Those icy blue hues belonged to the one that had the blood of his parents on both of his hands and the emperor swore to paint his own hands blood red with the murderer’s blood running through his veins.
“Watch your tongue, assassin. You will regret your choice of words.” Seijuro rose his chin up and tried to make himself taller than he is to overshadow the slight feeling of fear deep inside his heart. This fight could be dangerous and may end his life. Of course, the redhead had no intention of failing today but he saw how the other one dealt with his guards. There was no guarantee that the black haired male would fight fair. In fact, he should prepare himself and never let his attention slip away. Assassins never fought fair and knew dirty tricks.
After all this time, Akashi would use his Emperor Eye again. Safe was safe after all.
With his eyes still directed in his enemy’s direction, Akashi bent down and took the sword, ready to jump back and use one of his martial arts kicks if the other one tried to do anything stupid. “Nice enemy? Fair fight? We will see what ‘fair’ means to you.”
The redhead lifted the blade to his face, quickly moving his thumb over the sharp edge to check how much damage he might cause. The expression of a mild surprise went quickly over his features. The blade is indeed sharp. “I will take immense pleasure in killing you and avenging my parents and then sending your limbs one by one back to Japan.” Akashi held up the blade and pointed its tip into the direction of the hawk. “Any last words?”
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