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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 Gift?

Apollo held his bokken tighter when he heard Layla's words.

He scanned the area around him, checking with his blind spot.

Sure enough, there were countless shadow monkeys perched on the tree branches.

They were looking at Apollo and Layla with hostility.

A small smile appeared on Apollo's face.

"Layla, this is your chance to play with them."

Layla cheered with her arms in the air.

"Yay!"

She dived into the fray, chasing after an arbitrary shadow monkey. The shadow monkey immediately ran away, but Layla was faster.

She easily caught up...

Then waited for the shadow monkey to continue running.

Apollo's eyelid twitched.

"...I should've expected this."

The rest of the shadow monkeys appeared to ignore Layla altogether. Instead, they leaped to Apollo.

Apollo felt a premonition of danger but did not react in time.

His chest was slashed. A shadow monkey ripped two lines deep into his flesh.

Apollo's bokken whipped out, smashing the shadow monkey into a pulp.