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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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Running and Not Running

Apollo kept a tight grip on his bokken, like he always did regardless of the occasion. However, the very hand he was using to hold the bokken was being wounded faster than it could regenerate.

Apollo didn't know why exactly, but this gave him an extremely strong sense of insecurity, so much so that it was on par with his bloodlust towards Leon. Though logically he could just hold onto the bokken with his other hand if things really got that bad, there was a strange feeling that made him reluctant to do so.

For some reason, his logical mind could not overpower his emotional one at this moment, forcing him to continue to hold onto the bokken.

The meteors raining down from the sky showed no sign of ending any time soon. Apollo could not even see how close the village was since they blocked his vision. Nonetheless, he continued forth, swinging his bokken with both hands around the hilt.