The Undying Star
A star? I wasn't even close to being something as beautiful. But... undying? Yes. I was. Since death never ever accepted me into its embrace. So what if I live this story to its end one more time? Just one last time. I want to feel it, living, rather than death. Only once. What awaits me at the end of this never-finished draft, I wonder... Is it the cure to my curse, or yet another rebirth?
Two swordmasters
The news traversed through the base in mere minutes, and almost everyone rushed to the training facility to watch the show. Cheers and roars soared to the sky as more and more people gathered about, eagerly waiting for the match to start.
"Beat him up!" "Beat him up!" "Beat him up!"
"Show him, boss!"
"Break that arrogant brat's legs!"
"Beat him up!" "Beat him up!" "Beat him up!"
"He doesn't stand a chance!"
"What was he thinking, challenging Boss?"
"Beat him up!" "Beat him up!" "Beat him up!"
"Beat him up!" "Beat him up!" "Beat him up!"
It seemed no one was on the arrogant brat's side. It was natural since he was but an outsider who's barged into their hideout and invited their leader to a duel. Who would pray for his victory?