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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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Kylan Noia

Apollo continued giggling to himself while hovering in the air. Bright blue lightning bolts larger than him danced around. They seemed to sprout from his bokken.

The lightning bolts dragged themselves across the ground, leaving deep black scorch marks.

Apollo's head slowly raised. A gleam passed by his eyes, as though he wanted to know who was next.

Suddenly, something flashed towards Apollo. The bright blue lightning bolts coalesced around it as though they were living creatures moving by instinct.

Yet, when they got close to this object, they suddenly rebounded away. Moments before the strange object approached Apollo, his bokken flashed.

A crisp clang rang out, sounding almost like a metal sword being sharpened.