Set your heart ablaze? Why don’t you set Deez nuts in yoo mouth
"I-I am Alicia, princess of the Mu Empire. I greet Shiru from… somewhere. Also, did you say I'm the child of a —goddess?" Alicia stammered out while dropping her hand.
Shiru stated, "Yes, that is correct. Your mother has created this maid. In the hopes of assisting you and your travels. I can perform almost any function you wish, including but not limited to education, transportation, and supplication."
"But how is my mother a…' god'? I mean, she did have some exotic habits if I am being honest, but a God?" Alicia asked with a dumbfounded expression, making it on her face, and getting a headache trying to process everything.
"Lemon?" Shirt asked, handing a glass of lemon juice with a straw and an umbrella.
"Yes, thank you… Wait, how did you get that?" said Alicia, looking at the maid and just closing her eyes and saying. "I'll deal with this tomorrow! I want to sleep now!"
"Do you need me to clean your room while you stay in the spare bedroom, nyah?" Shiru said, tilting her head.
"Yeah… wait, how do you know that?" Said Alicia pausing and looking back at Shiru with a tired expression.
"I've been watching you," Shiru said with her eyes closed.
"Uhh, yeah, good night," said Alicia, not caring anymore and opening the door to the mansion.
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"This is the mansion!? How did I get in!? Wait, this is good. If I manage to capture the emperor's daughter! I will get the ransom and advance to a high-ranking assassin." A cloaked figure with a red-black badge on his chest said.
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Then the assassin moved forward on the silver grass only for fear to overtake him as a shadow dawned from behind.
The assassin looked back and saw a Maid with her knives out and a smile. "I can't let you disturb Mistress Alicia. You understand, don't you?"
The assassin now felt his head fall sideways. His world turned upside down and at the edge of his eyes saw blood on the blade.
The silver grass was now decorated red as the assassin's eye soon went dark.
Shiru brought another knife and pointed it at the body, causing a dark mist to come out of the blade and toward the dead body.
The dark mist soon disappeared, leaving a bare patch of grass.
"That was interesting. Now to clean up the important mess."
The scenery zoomed out as she walked to the mansion.
The Chosen One
Avarice shivered at the oppression he was feeling and this extreme cold that almost seemed to want to help the woman.
With a blade in his hands, Avarice went into his mind and thought.
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In a wooden dojo decorated with an array of weapons, blades, wooden sliding doors, and light-brown floors.
An adolescent was hit on the head with a wooden katana, causing him to seethe in pain while dropping his katana.
"Your movements are telegraphed. You strike at nonvitals. I want you to fight me like you want to kill me," said the man in a black robe.
Young-Avarice stood up and rushed towards the man with a right horizontal upwards cut. The man dodged and tripped Avarice.
"I need you to be like a flame, to burn slowly with unrivaled intensity…Now attack!"
The man then went low and hit with a vertical right, aiming at his neck of Avarice with unmatched speed.
Avarice quickly blocked, causing him to slide onto the wooden floor.
He quickly stood up and looked at his sensei. They both circled themselves, each looking at the other's blades.
"Hyah!" The man screamed as he raised the wooden katana above his head and charged.
"Hyahhhhh," Avarice said, doing the same as his sensei as they both clashed.
[Pap!] [Pap!][Pap!] [Pap!][Pap!]
[Crack!] [Pap!][Pap!] [Crack!] [Bang!]
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The man held Avarice's wooden katana with a clenched left, halting it from a few inches away from his head.
His other hand held a broken blade with only half its original length.
A smile adorned the man's face as he said, "Not bad… not bad at all!"
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The blade landed on the floor, with snow covering the place and the memory.
The cold bit at the skin of Avarice as he gritted his teeth.
His {Hp} going down to reverse the damage.
"What, you can't handle a little cold? Am so— sowwy!" The frost woman used her hands to wipe her eyes as she smiled.
"Think, think, think," Avarice panicked in his mind, with his eyelids getting heavy before finally closing.
"Think."
"Think."
"Thi-"
[𝘚𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦!]
The woman was right in front of Avarice, but jumped back as a blade threatened to skewer her in twos.
"What!?"
She exclaimed, looking at Avarice, whose eyes were still closed, but now in an attacking stance.
Avarice muttered in a low voice that seemed to reverberate around the snowy plains, "Calm like a candlelight, with the ferocity of a forest fire."
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"Dash!"
Avarice squatted, a red aura forming around him, his eyes radiating red light.
"Flaming Dash!"
Avarice crossed through the snow in a blazing streak.
The woman narrowly dodged the cross slash, but a flaming cut garnished her leathery white dress.
The frost woman's hand stretched out, emitting bright ice spikes which soared toward Avarice's eyes.
"Got him!?" The frost woman thought unsure.
Avarice's body lightened on fire and fell downwards, barely dodging the ice spikes.
"Damn it," She thought with gritted and widened eyes, raising both hands.
Avarice sliced the ground with his hands on the blade, shattering a huge bladed hill that was forming.
An enormous wall of flames formed as Avarice stared at the woman with red-blazing eyes. The woman then turned to a 5-meter-high snowy figure with large ice claws.
The blade that Avarice held turned molten red as steam formed around him. Only his molten eyes and katana were now visible.
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{D o m I n a t I o n}
{-50 hp}
[Unrivaled Flames!]
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