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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

Disgrace · Fantasy
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I'm Sorry, Sister

Talon felt a little proud as his scissors shot towards Apollo's abdomen.

He was able to create an opening and was about to capitalize it. Deflecting Apollo's bokken was not a spur-of-the-moment decision. The triangular handle was no accident.

After all, Talon designed them in that way purposely.

And thanks to that, he was able to shift the tides. 

It was as though Talon was piercing through the foggy mist.

The tip of his scissors penetrated Apollo's abdomen.

With a fierce expression, Talon mercilessly opened them.

A loud grating rang out.

Talon tore apart Apollo's organs.

...Or, at least, that's what he thought was going to happen.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

Apollo's stomach was cut open, revealing a layer of bone. There was a large horizontal gash spread out on top, what was left by Talon's strike.

However, other than that, Apollo was unharmed.

Talon couldn't help but freeze.

"...What?"