ARBITRARY MASSACRE

HAKUBA RP BLOG

[marco-fushicho]

—Half-lidded piercing azure eyes, never left the insane looking blond. What was with that wide crazed smile on the man’s face? He looked like someone who had gone to mad land and back. And now that he really took a good look at the man, something seemed awfully familiar.

Suddenly a image of a curly haired pampered blond flashed in front of his inner-eye which made Marco halt a little, as realization hit him. It had to be him, but something was differently off.

The first son was brought out of his musings when the man that occupied his mind moved around him, making Marco look over his shoulder with a stoic expression.  

Upon hearing the sneered words, the blond let out a sigh, already knowing what was coming next as his sensitive ears picked up the sound of the blade cutting through the wind. Yet, he didn’t move entirely. Instead he only stepped slightly forward as his blue flames started to dance over his back, letting the blade cut him to prove a point before he spoke.

”You know that doesn’t work with me.. Cavendish. I thought you were clever than that, yoi.." Not to mention, the brat was attacking in what seemed like blind rage with no planning? Something was differently not right, but the first son just didn’t know what. He had emphasized the blond’s name to see if the man was actually who he seemed to be.

[windofrommel-blog]

Hakuba was obviously annoyed about the futility of his attacks  but couldn't help but grin even wider at the mention of the particular name. ❝ CAVENDISH? He's having his beauty-sleep right now. I run the show now.❞

By the way the other spoke and te fact, that Hakuba was called by the fool’s name just now must mean that the older blonde knew Cavendish. A friend maybe? Or a rival? - Well, it didn’t really matter but Hakuba was musing how much more fun it would be to mess with Cavendish’s friends. Oh, their reactions had always been so bittersweet; the surprise, the confusion, the disappointment, the anger, the struggle--

The madman let out a manic laughter. ❝ I wonder what he’ll say when he wakes up, finding his sword stuck in your chest and hands covered in your blood. Wouldn’t that be a beautiful scenario?❞

[sempxtemper-archive-deactivated]

i want my muses to have more deep conversations. like reacting to things is cool & putting them on the spot is fun but exploring their mind with the help of another muse & watching your muse discover who they are gradually & dig into the depths of their soul man i need more of this.

[windofrommel-blog]

Muse is the opposite gender for one day~ *smirk* {You can decide if you want it here, or on your other muse ;] }

“My, my. I guess we’ll be having roasted phoenix for dinner ~” Hakuba smirked, running the tip of her tongue over her red lips hungrily as she was about to unsheath her sword.

[windofrommel-blog]

M!As

Gender Bender: Muse is the opposite gender for ___.

Baby: Muse is pregnant and due in ____. (Father specified by anon)

Sight: Muse is blind for ___

Hearing: Muse is deaf for ___

Ariel: Muse doesn't have a tongue for ___

Memory: Muse cannot remember anything for ___

Injury: Muse will be injured somehow (anon decides severity and injury) for ____

Fear: Muse will be terrified by something or someone (anon specifies who) for ___

Gemini: Muse will split into two different versions of themself for ___

Basket: Muse finds a baby in a basket and has to take care of it for ___

Compulsion: Muse has OCD for ___ (anon decides primary source of obsession [number, clenliness, etc])

Love: Muse will be in love with (Anon decides) for 2 days

Cloak: Muse will be Invisible if wearing a special Clothing (Anon decides) for 3 Hours

Cough: Muse will be ill for 14 Hours

Remember: Muse will suffer Memory Loss for 4 Days

Gas: Muse will have hallucinogenic imaginary sights for one day.

Beer: Muse will talk like a Drunk and hit on everybody, lasts 3 Hours

Host: Muse will be a Gentleman/Lady for 34 Hours

Age: Muse will be a Kid for 10 Hours

Feels: Muse will be obsessed with an event or something that will cause them to express related emotions (Anon decides)

Phobia: Muse is terribly afraid of something or someone (Anon specifies)

Lurk: Muse will follow ______(Anon can specify who or what)

Answer: Muse will have to answer anything that is asked of him/her truthfully, lasts 4 hours

Noise: Muse will say everything they think, lasts for a day

Sick: Muse will be sick with a unique flu for (Anon decides. Anon may also specify flu symptoms, they can even be really odd, different from Cough curse.)

Command: Muse has to take commands by the next _______ people in their ask (Anon specifies)

Obsession: Muse will be obsessed with ______ (Anon specifies) for the next 12 hours.

Reverse: Muse's personality will be extremely opposite for (Anon decides)

Extremist: Muse becomes an extremist for (Anon specifies and decides for how long)

Switch: Muse has to switch bodies with (Anon decides, but muns have to agree) for (Anon decides how long)

Power: Muse gains _______ (Anon specifies) as a power for 17 hours

Confess: Muse has to confess something they think of or feel toward anyone they speak to each time they speak to them for the next 5 hours

Enemy: Muse takes the appearance of someone they hate for 16 hours

Slave: Muse becomes a maid or butler to _______ (Anon decides) for 24 hours

Dream: Muse is able to trespass in the dreams and nightmares of others for 48 hours

Impression: Muse thinks they are a ______ (Anon pick an animal) for 15 hours

Gone: Muse loses _____ (Mun decides something or someone important) for 16 hours

Kiss: Muse wants to kiss everyone in their inbox for the next hour

Stalk: Muse thinks they are being stalked for (Anon decides)

Nightmare: Muse is plagued with horrific images and scenes both in sleeping and in waking for 3 days

Paranoia: Muse becomes extremely paranoid about (Anon specifies what and for how long)

Infatuation: Muse becomes /madly/ in love with the next person they see on their dashboard for 4 days

Hallucination: Muse sees things for (Anon decides)

Alarm: Muse keeps hearing an alarm go off but cannot figure out where for the next 18 hours

AU: Muse is stuck in an Alternate Universe with little recollection of their own universe for a whole week

Craving: Muse will have an unusual craving for (Anon specifies) for 9 hours

Mother: Muse suspects everyone has insulted their mother for 4 hours

Thin Ice: Muse strays onto thin ice and falls through unless saved. (Mun chooses whether they live or die)

High Tide: Muse is trapped in a cave with water that will fill it in 4 hours.

Pins and Needles: Muse feel as if someone is sticking needles in them for 2 hours.

Crawling Bugs: Muse becomes paranoid of bugs crawling on his/her skin and keeps hallucinating that there are bugs crawling on them.

Angel: Muse is and angel for ___

Demon: Muse is a demon for ___

Possession: Muse is possessed by a demon for ___

Broken: Muse is mentally broken and upset with themselves to the point that they harm themselves for ___

Feel free to add more!

[grace-philosopher]

⊱✿⊰—Thearcheologist didn’t bother to wipe her cheek clean. Apparently, just the mere sight of her flowing blood served as some sort of distraction for the enemy. Perhaps satisfaction as well which of course, made him look more bizarre than before. She shouldn’t feel surprised by this fact since the man before her was obviously a mass murderer. However, even for a mass murderer, there must a reason behind his demeanor regardless how bad it was. 

What’s more to mention, his logic. A very bad one, at least to her opinion.

“You are neither a whale nor a bee. Unless you compare your intelligence with those then yes, I will have to agree with you.” Came her cheeky response, a grin taking its form upon her lips just the perfect time.

“We are human beings. You might have some sort of animalistic behavior but it does not make you one of them. We have judgment of our own and we can take fate in our hands as I will do now. My fate will not end here as I shall not die just yet.”  

[windofrommel-blog]

Robin's taunts left the blond unfazed. He had been called many names already; animal, beast, monster. If his killing was what made him an animal, then so it was. Hakuba didn't bother to care about such petty details as long as he could pierce his blade through people's bodies. "Flies know how to fly without being taught. Spiders know how to spin webs without being taught. Why is that?"

Hakuba didn't expected the ravenette to reply as he was giving an explanation himself shortly after. "They are merely following a directive. Human or animal, it doesn't matter. Every living being has received some kind of a directive which then becomes their desire."

"It is your desire to live, the directive you've received! Decisions are mere illusions." Or that was what seemed to be the easiest to believe in. Hakuba had no other reasoning for what the deafening noise inside his head was. After all, the blond wasn't killing out of pure instincts; he didn't need to murder to survive either. But whenever he was ordered him to swing his blade, he would do so. Never once did he hesitate or question the logic of doing so; neither before nor after his massacre. "I have received a directive as well and it says to 'cut everything down'. It's the only desire I have, it's the purpose of my very existence. I cannot disobey."

[kind-hearts-deactivated20150614]

"I was once sad and lonely, Having nobody to comfort me, So I wore a mask that always smiled; To hide my feelings behind a lie.”

[grace-philosopher]

⊱✿⊰— How pitiful. Before her, it was an individual driven by empty goals and purposes. The road of his life must be lonesome; at least this is what she managed to think during this little she had. Fortunately for her, her blue hues caught the sight of the shining blade barely on time and all she could do was to take few steps back in order to receive the less damage possible. A fair punishment for her mistake since one should not be distracted during a battle.

She could feel the blood slowly running from fresh cut on her right cheek, making its own path down to her jawline. A wonderful canvas of pale and crimson one would say but not a major wound to feel concerned about. However, it had to be the last one to receive if she wanted to stay alive.

The corner of her lips stretched a small smile as she took more steps backwards in order to create more distance between them.

“It must harsh. The road you chose is too tough and makes no sense. I cannot help myself but wonder, did you create Cavendish’s personality in your poor attempt to escape loneliness or Cavendish created you? Unless, you are toying with me.”

[windofrommel-blog]

A hit. Not a fatal wound but bleeding nonetheless. The sight of blood - regardless of how small the amount was - could calm the beast down for a bit, just enough to enable him to listen to what the other had to say. 

"The road I chose?" A low chuckle slipped past his lips. "Did the bee choose to fly instead of swimming? Did the whale choose to breathe with lungs instead of gills? I haven't chosen anything."

Hakuba showed no intentions of answering the obvious question, though. "Was it the coward or me... who knows." A mischievous grin crept up onto his feature as he recalled his earliest memory, obviously knowing the answer. 

[grace-philosopher]

⊱✿⊰—To reason with a ferocious beast was deemed an impossible task. It would be a waste of time since none of her words were getting through him. His appearance, his behavior, literally everything gave a fair answer to any of her unspoken questions. There was no available choice, she had to face him.

Much to his fortune, or even her own, the archeologist didn’t have the urge or the need to fight. In fact, she was more like obligated than doing something by her own will. She couldn’t step down though, if she wanted to stay alive that is.

Eyes narrowed sharply in sheer annoyance when she noticed him dashing towards her direction. Oddly enough, his moving form could be detected by the bare eye despite the impressive speed of his. She crossed both of her hands before her chest when his figure came to her notice, the typical stance of hers when it came to use her powers. 

The main target this time wasn’t any part of his upper body but his legs. Aiming for parts his sword couldn’t reach, that would do the work or at least, that’s what she thought. And so by that little time she had, she took the risk and bloomed a pair of hands just below his knees in order to grasp his ankles and make him lose his step.

“There is nothing for you to win here. It is pointless.”

[windofrommel-blog]

Only 5 more meters, 3 meters, 2 meters... Just when he was about to jump in an attempt to close the remaining distance, he suddenly lost the balance, his feet tripping over something that disappeared as quickly as it came, causing him to fall over onto the ground. Curse her and her damn devil fruit ability. Though Hakuba was probably too absorbed to cut the woman's throat open that he missed to pay attention to the blooming hands of hers.

"Pointless...?" He muttered under his breath, steadying himself on his arms as he slowly raised his body. 

           P̷̲Ò̱̼̏̐͊ͨ̎Ï͇̻̰̑͗͒̚͜Nͨ̿͏̺̺T̼̣̕L̟̦̗̭͉̠͕̽E͓͎̭̜̱̝ͪ̋̎̓̌S̎̾̏̇̉̋S̸̲͍̼̰ͧ̑ͨ̐ͅ                         P̷̲Ò̱̼̏̐͊ͨ̎Ï͇̻̰̑͗͒̚͜Nͨ̿͏̺̺T̼̣̕L̟̦̗̭͉̠͕̽E͓͎̭̜̱̝ͪ̋̎̓̌S̎̾̏̇̉̋S̸̲͍̼̰ͧ̑ͨ̐ͅ                P̷̲Ò̱̼̏̐͊ͨ̎Ï͇̻̰̑͗͒̚͜Nͨ̿͏̺̺T̼̣̕L̟̦̗̭͉̠͕̽E͓͎̭̜̱̝ͪ̋̎̓̌S̎̾̏̇̉̋S̸̲͍̼̰ͧ̑ͨ̐ͅ                            P̷̲Ò̱̼̏̐͊ͨ̎Ï͇̻̰̑͗͒̚͜Nͨ̿͏̺̺T̼̣̕L̟̦̗̭͉̠͕̽E͓͎̭̜̱̝ͪ̋̎̓̌S̎̾̏̇̉̋S̸̲͍̼̰ͧ̑ͨ̐ͅ                          P̷̲Ò̱̼̏̐͊ͨ̎Ï͇̻̰̑͗͒̚͜Nͨ̿͏̺̺T̼̣̕L̟̦̗̭͉̠͕̽E͓͎̭̜̱̝ͪ̋̎̓̌S̎̾̏̇̉̋S̸̲͍̼̰ͧ̑ͨ̐ͅ                                          M̙͚͈̖̺̫̟͞Ȩ̄͒̾̈́͂̎̾R̝͇̣̋C̵̙̭̲̥̓ͯ͋̊ͅY̦̞̣̲͉͚̳̋̑ ̨̹̾ͪͣIS̳̟̯͈̼̤̱ͭ͊̽ͮ ͍̪̫̹̥͑͛ͅP̷͚̖͈̈́͌̆Ȍ̰̮̹̣̓͌I̴ͤN̮̹̩̤͔͋̆̑̀̓̉͂T͎̲͉̫̀Ḽ̤̗̤̩͑̔̋̌̄̍̓E̯͎̱͍̒͑S͐S̹̻̈́̋͊́       K̻̯͖̬̗̯ͨ͋̐̓̉I̤̯̣̰̙̅L̪̩̯̺̬̗̹̇̌̓͟L̓ͮ́̄ͬ                       K̢͕͈̱̤I̩͙̓̾͐ͤ͋͜L͇̺̠͙̬͉ͧ̏̂̒ͅL͚͚̫̯͙͉͑ͭ̐ͧ͑̌͠               K̽͛̿ͥ̃ͨ҉̟̖̦̤I̛̩̬̙̭̺̼̼ͩ̎ͩ͗̾̌ͣL̉ͬ̊ͦ̂͛̑L͍̈́ͣ̏͡               K̻̯͖̬̗̯ͨ͋̐̓̉I̤̯̣̰̙̅L̪̩̯̺̬̗̹̇̌̓͟L̓ͮ́̄ͬ                     K̤̫ͩI͔͇̗̯̲̲͔ͮ͝L̳̫ͫ̓L͙͕̤̰͒ͣ̾̂ͧͯͅ               K̻̯͖̬̗̯ͨ͋̐̓̉I̤̯̣̰̙̅L̪̩̯̺̬̗̹̇̌̓͟L̓ͮ́̄ͬ        K̢͕͈̱̤I̩͙̓̾͐ͤ͋͜L͇̺̠͙̬͉ͧ̏̂̒ͅL͚͚̫̯͙͉͑ͭ̐ͧ͑̌͠            K̢͕͈̱̤I̩͙̓̾͐ͤ͋͜L͇̺̠͙̬͉ͧ̏̂̒ͅL͚͚̫̯͙͉͑ͭ̐ͧ͑̌͠             K̤̫ͩI͔͇̗̯̲̲͔ͮ͝L̳̫ͫ̓L͙͕̤̰͒ͣ̾̂ͧͯͅ                K̻̯͖̬̗̯ͨ͋̐̓̉I̤̯̣̰̙̅L̪̩̯̺̬̗̹̇̌̓͟L̓ͮ́̄ͬ                     K̻̯͖̬̗̯ͨ͋̐̓̉I̤̯̣̰̙̅L̪̩̯̺̬̗̹̇̌̓͟L̓ͮ́̄ͬ              K̢͕͈̱̤I̩͙̓̾͐ͤ͋͜L͇̺̠͙̬͉ͧ̏̂̒ͅL͚͚̫̯͙͉͑ͭ̐ͧ͑̌͠                            K̽͛̿ͥ̃ͨ҉̟̖̦̤I̛̩̬̙̭̺̼̼ͩ̎ͩ͗̾̌ͣL̉ͬ̊ͦ̂͛̑L͍̈́ͣ̏͡                 K̤̫ͩI͔͇̗̯̲̲͔ͮ͝L̳̫ͫ̓L͙͕̤̰͒ͣ̾̂ͧͯͅ

The voices seemed to grow louder and louder, screaming at him, deafening him. Hakuba tightened his grip around Durandal's hilt, teeth clenching.  "Shut up!!" He screamed, visibly angered as he got back on his feet. "The only reason I live for is to CUT EVERYTHING DOWN!"

A thrust of his sword, aiming directly at Nico Robin's throat like an enraged bull trying to pierce the matador with its horns.

[rpmemesandprompts-blog]

Send "➸" for my muse's reaction to your muse taking a hit for them.

[windofrommel-blog]

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Screams. Then silence.

That was how it went when Rommel's whirlwind devastated the streets. Pedestrian after pedestrian fell victim to the madman's blade before they even got the chance to see their murderer's wicked face; their limb bodies falling to the ground, bleeding. Dead.

Hakuba didn't discriminate when killing; Men, woman, children, animals - he simply cut everyone and everything down until all that was left was a trail of blood and corpses. Baring his fangs like a rabid beast, he swung his rapier Durandal once again, about to kill his prey with a vertical slash.

[windofrommel-blog]

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It was barely after Cavendish fell asleep that Hakuba managed to gain the control over the body once again when he already noticed the presence of someone close. He wanted to grab his sword and get as quickly as possible, so his daily massacre could start but strangely the body wouldn't move.

T͟HE B̷ODY͘ I͘S͏ ͘T҉IRED? Hakuba realized in shock. Whatever Cavendish had done while he was awake, it must have been tiring enough to keep the darker consciousness at bay for the first minute.

[xyuma-deactivated20150406]

The sword sang as it was drawn, as it moved through the air - the song was more figurative than literal, the whispers of air as it passed over a cutting edge; Ryuma would sooner call it a song than leave it unnamed, to leave it unappreciated.

The other moved quickly, and Ryuma would have been pleased to see that were it not for his disrespect to the sword, to the lives of others that he duelled with - and so, Ryuma simply ducked low beneath even that diagonal slash.

"Good.

But unfortunately for you, not great.”

It left enough of an opening for Ryuma to skitter backwards quickly before drawing Shusui, his counter-attack coming in a fluid motion - a slash following an upwards-diagonal slash.

[windofrommel-blog]

Hakuba managed to spin his blade just in time to barely escape a deep wound, though he was thrown backwards nonetheless; the cut on his left shoulder bleeding. It didn't matter. Pain was nothing to Hakuba; he would keep swinging his sword until this body broke down.

For a moment it seemed like the blond was surprised that it was him who shed the first drop of blood on this battlefield - metaphorically of course. Not that the other could bleed in the first place. However, the sensation of warm liquid flowing down his skin was so enthralling, Hakuba couldn't help but to enjoy himself. "Oh, but we have just started." He chuckled under his breath before he suddenly disappeared; his swift movements invoking the wind to accompany him as he closed the distant between them in an instant.

The undead might be skilled with his sword as well, but even the strongest would succumb to speed as long as he was given no time to counter-attack. That was the concept of Hakuba's fighting style with the exception that the blond didn't give a damn about tactics and whatsoever. Speed and raw force - that was how the Wind of Rommel usually cut his enemies down, even though he was capable of a certain fighting style.

Coming from below with a vertical swing at first, Hakuba intended to bury his opponent under a series of attacks, using his speed to leave the other no time to react.

[marco-fushicho]

—Marco had sensed someone nearby, watching him, waiting. He hadn’t however, made any indication that he knew they were there, no, instead he just kept on walking impassive through the forest that he found himself in.  Half-lidded calm azure eyes shifted to the corners as he heard the person move with an impressive speed, yet, the blond made no effort to show it on his stoic face as he turned in a speed that was near impossible to pick up if you weren’t trained in keeping track of your opponent with Kenbunshoku Haki.

The First Mate coated his dominant leg with Haki before blocking the incoming attack with it, which left him standing with a lazy gaze at the blond with his leg kept in place; like it was the most normal thing in the world. Well, it wasn’t the first time Marco had gotten assaulted. It wasn’t uncommon as the 1st division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates. 

”That’s not the way to greet people, brat, yoi..”

[windofrommel-blog]

Strong. And fast. Not surprising considering that his opponent was Marco The Phoenix. Nonetheless Hakuba showed no intentions of backing off; that was just the way his crazy mind worked. Jumping backwards, just enough to get a bit of space between the combatants, the younger blond prepared for another attack.

"Other times, other manners, gramps." Hakuba sneered at him before dashing foward again. This time he ran all the way around the 1st division commander in an attempt to slash open his back with a horizontal swing.

[allseeing-bookworm-deactivated2]

|✍ | ~ Eyes narrowed only slightly when he had vanished, seemingly from thin air. They darted in every direction, trying to locate the other, but she couldn’t see a trace of them anywhere. 

That’s when the girl noticed him dashing towards her, it was at a rapid speed — unnatural, inhuman. When realization dawned on her that the blonde was attacking , instinct forced a jump out of the brunette, and only in time to save from a fatal blow.

One hand on her, arm, she held the spot where he did mark, blood starting to drip as the other hand gripped onto a knife.  ❝ If only you would sit still. ❞ She’d mumble, as her weapon wasn’t exactly the best when it came to quick fighters.

[windofrommel-blog]

Hakuba turned around to face the girl, the never-fading sneer still attached to his face. It was a warped expression, enough to send many a cold shiver down their spines - if they were lucky enough to take a glimpse of their murderer's face. However, lucky for the girl that the blond usually had no intentions to attack the same person twice in a row.

"This time you've been lucky, brat. Don't push it or you'll die after all." Hakuba chuckled tauntingly, pointing at the knife in her hand to imply that he wouldn't hold back if she was to get back at him.

[windofrommel-blog]

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That obnoxious green hairstyle, the dirty look on the face, the disgusting devil fruit power. Hakuba knew all to well who stood in his path. "Get out of my way, Bird, or I'll chop off your tiny wings." The blond unsheathed his sword already, not even caring about how inefficient his attack would turn against the other's barrier. But who knows, maybe the punk would forget about his powers for a second; and a second was all Hakuba needed to cut him down.

[grace-philosopher]

⊱✿⊰— Just the mere sight of his malicious grin was enough to reveal his intentions. It was exactly the same one she witnessed long time ago during the chaotic incident in Dressrosa. Their encounter was brief and she didn’t have the chance to comprehend the reason why he was so eager to attack everything in his path. None of her business of course but since she became one of his main targets she couldn’t help it anymore but put herself in the effort to sort things with him out once and for all. 

The mask of perfect apathy on her pale features didn’t falter at the slightest even by the sound of his threats. He wasn’t an enemy to be taken lightly but thankfully to her powers the possibilities of losing to a ferocious beast like his kind were few to zero.

“People who do not learn from their mistakes are doomed to repeat them.” She retorted, the tone of her voice unwavering like her demeanor.

[windofrommel-blog]

With an expression contorted by madness, the blond snorted tauntingly. "There are no mistakes in murder. To either kill or be killed."

The tremble had already spread throughout his whole arm. There was only that much of self-restraint, not to mention the murderous aura he was emitting the whole time.

                    Ĉͯ̏̓̎҉̟͈͓̯̹̪Ṳ͓̝͇̱̗̓ͭ̉ͬ̕T͈̱̯̲̝̼̣̅͂͂ͥ̀ ̴̦͎͕̱͇͇̾ͥ͒̓̎̌̍H͔͈͚͈̍̈̅ͪ̾ͧ̚Ẹ̭̀R͎̫̜͍͇̺͚̀̾ͩ̔̓ ͓̤̯̯̘̫̦̇͐̊̓́Ḏ̹͑̌͛ͪO̼͖̞͚W̪̘N̢̳̗̪ͧͭ̈́                   Ĉͯ̏̓̎҉̟͈͓̯̹̪Ṳ͓̝͇̱̗̓ͭ̉ͬ̕T͈̱̯̲̝̼̣̅͂͂ͥ̀ ̴̦͎͕̱͇͇̾ͥ͒̓̎̌̍H͔͈͚͈̍̈̅ͪ̾ͧ̚Ẹ̭̀R͎̫̜͍͇̺͚̀̾ͩ̔̓ ͓̤̯̯̘̫̦̇͐̊̓́Ḏ̹͑̌͛ͪO̼͖̞͚W̢̗̪̘͔̘ͭ̈́N̳͔̗͉͉ͧͅ.                                 Ĉͯ̏̓̎҉̟͈͓̯̹̪Ṳ͓̝͇̱̗̓ͭ̉ͬ̕T͈̱̯̲̝̼̣̅͂͂ͥ̀ ̴̦͎͕̱͇͇̾ͥ͒̓̎̌̍H͔͈͚͈̍̈̅ͪ̾ͧ̚Ẹ̭̀R͎̫̜͍͇̺͚̀̾ͩ̔̓ ͓̤̯̯̘̫̦̇͐̊̓́Ḏ̹͑̌͛ͪO̼͖̞͚W̢̗̪̘ͭ̈́N̳͔ͧ                                    Ĉͯ̏̓̎҉̟͈͓̯̹̪Ṳ͓̝͇̱̗̓ͭ̉ͬ̕T͈̱̯̲̝̼̣̅͂͂ͥ̀ ̴̦͎͕̱͇͇̾ͥ͒̓̎̌̍H͔͈͚͈̍̈̅ͪ̾ͧ̚Ẹ̭̀R͎̫̜͍͇̺͚̀̾ͩ̔̓ ͓̤̯̯̘̫̦̇͐̊̓́Ḏ̹͑̌͛ͪO̼͖̞͚W̢̗̪̘ͭ̈́N̳͔ͧ                 Ĉͯ̏̓̎҉̟͈͓̯̹̪Ṳ͓̝͇̱̗̓ͭ̉ͬ̕T͈̱̯̲̝̼̣̅͂͂ͥ̀ ̴̦͎͕̱͇͇̾ͥ͒̓̎̌̍H͔͈͚͈̍̈̅ͪ̾ͧ̚Ẹ̭̀R͎̫̜͍͇̺͚̀̾ͩ̔̓ ͓̤̯̯̘̫̦̇͐̊̓́Ḏ̹͑̌͛ͪO̼͖̞͚W̢̗̪̘ͭ̈́N̳͔ͧ         Ĉͯ̏̓̎҉̟͈͓̯̹̪Ṳ͓̝͇̱̗̓ͭ̉ͬ̕T͈̱̯̲̝̼̣̅͂͂ͥ̀ ̴̦͎͕̱͇͇̾ͥ͒̓̎̌̍H͔͈͚͈̍̈̅ͪ̾ͧ̚Ẹ̭̀R͎̫̜͍͇̺͚̀̾ͩ̔̓ ͓̤̯̯̘̫̦̇͐̊̓́Ḏ̹͑̌͛ͪO̼͖̞͚W̢̗̪̘ͭ̈́N̳͔ͧ

                                                        Fuck it.

There was no reason to hold back at all. Why was he hesitating in the first place. Even if she was able to stop him last time they met as long as he could kill her it didn't matter if it was to happen today, tomorrow or in a year.

Hakuba shifted his weight, about to attack any moment. "I don't care how often you stop me; my sword only needs to reach you once and your life will be over!" He laughed manicaly, unleashing his bloodlust as he dashed forward

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A shake of his head.

This was most unfortunate - had swordsmen of this age forgotten about the honour in a fight? Death was only necessary in battles that held weight, in battles that were fought to protect that which you held dear - your honour, your friends and family.

"Poor, lost child.

You have lost all connection to the very tool with which you bring dread.”

The dark blade Shusui was ready for battle, ready to teach this youth what it meant to truly wield a blade in combat - to teach him what it was to face one that followed faithfully the Seven Virtues.

"Righteousness. Courage. Benevolence. Respect. Sincerity. Loyalty. Honour.”

The zombie prepared himself for combat, stance dropping on slightly as he prepared himself to defend himself against the other’s first strike - he’d not draw his blade until he absolutely had to.

"These are the Seven Virtues of Bushidō. Now, come."

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At last, as if every chain that held the beast on a leash was broken at once, the blond dashed forward with inhuman speed, demonstrating the technique he became infamous for. The rapier was unsheathed in a swift motion while the scabbard was carelessly thrown aside. Hakuba had as little connection to the sword as he had with any other person; he'd never even once spent a second on thinking about his sword. It was just something he used to kill. Nothing more and nothing less.

Having closed the distant between the combatants in an instant, the younger swung Durandal in a wide bow from behind for a diagonal slash, putting all the raw force into his first assault.