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Blades & Roses

Blood. Blood was dripping from my forehead. Panting, I tried to catch my breath. For a minute, I was tempted to look back and see if the Japanese Yakuza was chasing after me. I muttered a curse, trudging through the quiet street, making sure to hide in the shadows, avoiding all streetlights. Stupid Japanese Mafia Boss and his claim to rule the mafia world. But I will never let him. Not after killing my entire family. Thinking about them, a brief flashback of my father screaming for me to flee before a bullet passed through his head, instantly ending his life, appeared in my line of vision. I clenched my hands into fists, sadness and fury burning inside me. I will make sure that the Japanese Mafia will pay for what they did. I will avenge my father. My family. From this day forward, they have declared war. And war they shall have. *** Cover Image from Google

shrEk2o3 · Urban
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169 Chs

Small world

HITOMI

Fencing coming from the word defensa meant protection. In simpler terms, fencing can mean the same as the root word fence which stands as a protective barricade from outsiders.

Breathing through the mask covering my face, I dodged the upcoming attack from my opponent.

With the lightness in his steps, he appeared to be dancing, blocking and countering my attacks in almost the same phase as I was saving and reciprocating his attempts.

I sometimes do fencing with Suzue back in Europe. However, when I was about to ask her to come with me upon finding this place, she instantly shook her head and went back to sleep. 

For the entire day, she would probably be doing such.

Wanting to finally get rid of the mask from my face, before my opponent could bat an eye, I was able to have him unarmed, his sword landing on the floor missing him getting hit by it by a few inches.