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“ They got what they wanted,
at least, ” he said begrudgingly;
the might of Dark Yojutsu having
been displayed to his parents by
anyone other than himself still
disturbed him. “ They desired to
see Dark Yojutsu in the family... ”
cont.
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“ And that desire was fulfilled
through you, ” clearly, his skills
of consoling needed refinement.
“ Can't say they'd curse you in
death, either. Their deaths were
their own fault, after all. ”
cont.
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Drunken travels led him to the
misfortunate end of a warrior. Foot kicks at the "dead" body
to confirm it was a corpse.
“ Alright... let's see if ya left me
any money... ” he mutters before
squatting down to loot pockets.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀@deviltoxins.
⠀⠀rusted blade to duelist’s jugular, mere inch from severing apple—cartilage———alas, waning vessel betrays it; precise grip falters ／ steel falls just shy of temple, expectorating blood & guts.
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Manjushage responded with a
dismissive sigh and a shrug.
“ I'm pretty familiar with poison
anyway, so it's fine. ” he says,
with little regard for his own life.
Even if an innate resistance to
it would save him.
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Lips curled into a, though faint,
amused grin. Hand reached out
to take the glass offered to him.
“ That's... convenient. I like you
already, Moon. ” he says before
bringing the glass to his lips to
take a sip.
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