"Have you heard what Shigeo did? Oi, Konseki! Are you even listening? You bastard!""Hahh? Shigeo this, Shigeo that, can you stop putting Shigeo's willy on your damn mouth, it's annoying."Inside an Izakaya, there was always a commotion, voices of all ranges clashed, many villagers drank to ease their sorrow, and others ate and enjoyed the atmosphere."What did you say asshole? I was trying to relay important information...gulp*" A middle-aged yukata-wearing villager chugged on his sake, slamming the cup as he finished drinking."Honestly, there is always something going on with Shigeo." The other man sighed and dropped his sake. He silenced himself and waited for his comrade to speak this "important" info."Shigeo murdered the 8th Shogun, all by himself."A deep silence fell upon both, the man wearing a kasa on his head glared at his friend in confusion, the
'Mm? What's up Shuuta? Is it important?' Abbadon responded swiftly, even though Shuuta irritated him a bit, he would never turn his back on his son...never again. 'Is Anima a [Domain]?' This question left Abbadon speechless, it was a very advanced question! Even though he was unknowledgeable about stuff like that, thanks to Kohana, an Anima specialist, he was able to learn quite a lot. He groaned in remembrance. 'According to your mother, Anima is related to a Domain, but no. It's not the same skill, they are separate skills from different learnable Magic. I've heard your new Master tell you that the Domain skills are unique to her, she is wrong. Sure, you can't learn the skill at conventional ends, but you can definitely acquire it.' Shuuta's concerns were true. 'So what you meant was that Mystics...no, anyone with the capability can obtain that skill.' <
"Abolish the Power Council? Are you crazy?! All the Council members are Monsters! They are out of your league! Not even a Heavenly Commander can stand tall as one of them!" Azula could not believe Kento, he understood that he was the strongest Heavenly Commander but, there were still opponents stronger than a Heavenly Commander. "Yeah! Crazy-Kento!" Pepo roared. Kento then turned to Pepo with a serious glint of light. "Then answer me this…do you think the Great Mystic Elder is corrupt? Yes or no." "I…umm, yes." "Do you think his methods of laws are fair?" "…no." "If you had the chance to retaliate this instance, would you take it?" "Y-Yeah." "See! My faction is full of people that are tired of the unfairness and corruption of the laws." "Kento-san…"
Clang!*Clang!*CLANG!*Shuuta slashed masterfully as he gripped his infamous Katana, on the other hand, Granny Iho was parrying every blow that came towards her.Shuuta felt like he was slashing at a metaled wall! He couldn't dent or even leave a mark, she was stronger than all the opponents he'd faced before, that's for sure.Granny Iho remained quiet with a stern face, fighting to the fullest she's been.Shuuta then grabbed his scabbard from his back and carried it with his left hand.Shuuta suddenly sheathed his Katana back and unsheathed it with one single motion, slashing upwards and aimed downwards, making a crescent moon.Clang!*Granny Iho then started a dance streak, with her twin blades at hand, almost slicing Shuuta like meat.Shuuta was able to parry the top part
"Why are you back Kento-boy? You're not thinking of stealing the Black scroll are you?" "No, I'm not here to end the world. I'm here to ask for a favor…" Slam!* The old geezer slammed the marble where they sat, cups filled with tea splattered on the table. "How dare you! You don't have the right! Not after what you've done!" The geezer barked at the nonchalant Kento. Granny Iho raised her hand at the geezer, silencing him. "You know the gravity of what you've done boy, yet you seek me, your enemy? Why is that? You must have some important favor for you to risk your position." Kento scratched the back of his head nonchalantly. "Where to start…First of all, Abbadon is alive." Granny Iho and the geezer both raised from their sits. "What?! Demon King Abbadon is
Shuuta had a wide grin plastered across his bright face. He was strolling by the side of the school, with his Katana hanging from his back, he walked and walked through the side making his way to the back patio, where the land of dirt and grass resided, it was half a kilometer approximately, and was scorching because of the stinging sun. Shuuta finally saw a man whistling away, killing his time. It was Kento, he also noticed Shuuta and raised his hand as a greeting. "You're here! Took you long enough." Shuuta ran to his new mentor and waited for his further instructions. "I see you're eager to train, I only decided to help you because you have potential. Your survival rate and low level showed me how good you are, so I'm expecting good results from you...umm-" Shuuta glared despondently, only to speak up with resolve. "Shuuta, Katashi Shuuta!" He points at his chest and
A day passed and he still was sulking, he noticed an ugly scar on his right wrist, almost as if it was sliced clean from the flesh. His face became darker, he realized as well, he lost his hand in battle. He clenched the hand that had the scar, gritting his teeth harder. A memory of his past day arrived at his temple, he remembered a small conversation with Kentaro, in the infirmary, he had asked with utmost sincerity about something but circumstances took a turn for the worst? Maybe the best? ... "Y-you...how did you infiltrate Memorial?" "What? Who-" A man wearing a tank top and a pink scarf around his thick neck, chocolate hair, and beautiful gem-like eyes were glowing, staring back at them, with dumbfounded looks on both Kentaro and Shuuta. "Brother? Why are you here?" Kentaro had a stutter, backin
One would wonder what the eye can see through pure darkness, normally one would ponder at such a question and realize, that darkness is just a state of being, dark, black, the abyss, is it a color? or is it something else entirely. Shuuta wondered that many times, and this particular time, he was in sight with darkness, as an entity, all he could see, and feel was the embodiment of darkness itself. "Shuuta. We meet again." It said, if 'it' was a thing, Shuuta felt that 'it' was something else entirely. "Who the hell are you? Are you even a monster?" 'It' started laughing, as if it wasn't the first time someone had told him that. "I'm no monster, no. But I am me." "What kind of answer is that, I don't even know who you are old man...old man?" Shuuta questioned himself; why did he say old man as if he knew him? "Oh? Are you re