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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 · Fantasie
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Another Spar

Upon hearing Suki's gasp, most of the crowd was similarly disturbed.

With confusion, they turned to what she was looking at, the ground beneath her.

Half of one foot was outside the boundary.

There were two conditions to win. Either hit your opponent directly or have them step out of bounds.

Suki lost.

A bitter smile formed on her face.

"You did win."

She collapsed to her knees and let her sword drop to the ground with a clatter. Suki's entire body was trembling violently. It was clear she overexerted her body in this spar.

Once the crowd realized what had happened, they roared in excitement, exclaiming over how impressive Apollo was.

"Did he plan for that? Is that even something you can plan?"

"No, no it must be a fluke! There is no way that happened on purpose."

"But he perfectly dodged it all! It must've been planned, everything was planned!"