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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.

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Right Thing

Apollo flew inside of the cavern, just above all of the water. He searched through the various rooms until eventually coming across a room with various fragmented shells.

Vicar was following from behind. His mode of travel was rather strange, sliding across the water like it was some sort of ice rink. Apollo decided not to question it and just start collecting the various eggshells.

As he was doing so, Vicar raised a question.

"Why do you want these eggshells anyway? Are you trying to craft some sort of armor?"

Apollo shook his head as he hoisted an eggshell out of the water.

"No, there was this mission that would reward me if I collected these eggshells."

Vicar raised an eyebrow.

"A mission? What kind of organization is this?"

Apollo blinked a few times.

"I think it was called The Shadows? I don't really remember."

Vicar narrowed his eyes.

"I don't like that organization."