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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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Something I've Learned

Apollo's eyes slowly opened. He looked at Rhys and Rhea, who were attempting to kill him with their glares alone.

He laughed with an uncanny undertone.

"There was something I've learned..."

There was a time where Apollo didn't have confidence in anything he did. It was a time where he refused to try anything new. A time where he never put any effort into anything, not even himself.

Apollo decided his time was better spent pestering the people around him. He couldn't even remember for how long he lived like that, in pointlessness.

Apollo's eyes widened.

"Through all the misery..."

But then... he was assassinated.

When Apollo made the decision to pick up his bokken, he made it with conviction. For the first time in years, he felt determined to do something. It wasn't because someone told him to, or because he enjoyed it.

Apollo's pupils shook.

"That I didn't need to listen to anyone else..."