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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 · Fantasi
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A 'Spar'

Apollo stepped partially into the shadow world, finding his breath caught in his throat.

He tried to manually step out, but ended up stumbling once he reappeared in the real world.

However, Apollo had essentially gotten the essence of the technique down. In fact, he wouldn't mind if the man of black mist disappeared. After all, the principles of this technique were what the man of black mist displayed.

And Apollo had already understood the principles. He just needed to iron out the edges. So that's what he did.

Apollo pushed off the ground, before partially entering the shadow world. This time, he preemptively held his breath and simply remained still.

Less than a second later, he reappeared in the real world while his foot landed on the stone platform with a clear tap.

He had successfully completed the technique.