toirewadokodesuka
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Meanwhile, Akamaruka is wondering somewhere in the townships, walking and contemplating the dream he just had. His family’s massacre. It had happened so long ago, but it haunted his mind ever since. He never forgave the perpetrators and he especially never forgave himself for letting them die. As time progressed, so did his malice for those things. The more he tried to ignore his past, the more it manifested like a vile sickness. More recently, he decided to retire from his devotions to the Catholic Church as a Monk and pursue his own ambition. Vengeance.
Akamaruka wonders back into the graveyard, stumbling across his sister’s gravestone.
“I won’t cry anymore sister. I’m done with that.”, he said, putting his hand firmly gripped on the top of the gravestone.
“I’m going to find out what happened. And when I do, nothing will hold me back. Neither God nor Religion will hold me back.”, he said, grinning hard.
“I…”, he murmured, firmly clenching his eyes as a wave of vague flashbacks rushed through his mind.
11 years old again… incredibly evil energy surging through him… body looking so different… so much hatred… so much malice… engaging, what seams to be, Samurai in battle… ripping their bodies limb from limb… screaming, followed by thorough blackouts…
*Gnn*, he gnashes his teeth and falls to the ground. Face down in the dirt.
“That’s impossible…”, he says when interrupted by a tremor in the ground underneath him, followed by a cracking sound. Five seconds later the ground underneath him splits open.
“S**t…!”, he curses, falling through the ground. His body slams at the bottom of the hole and he’s knocked out instantly. A young girl sees him falling through the hole and runs off into town.
"Help! Somebody help...!", the young girl exclaims, but nobody responds. The young girl runs off near to where Kudo and Aimiko (sorry... is my spelling right??? rofl!) are.
"Help! Someone help!", she exclaims again.
Akamaruka wonders back into the graveyard, stumbling across his sister’s gravestone.
“I won’t cry anymore sister. I’m done with that.”, he said, putting his hand firmly gripped on the top of the gravestone.
“I’m going to find out what happened. And when I do, nothing will hold me back. Neither God nor Religion will hold me back.”, he said, grinning hard.
“I…”, he murmured, firmly clenching his eyes as a wave of vague flashbacks rushed through his mind.
11 years old again… incredibly evil energy surging through him… body looking so different… so much hatred… so much malice… engaging, what seams to be, Samurai in battle… ripping their bodies limb from limb… screaming, followed by thorough blackouts…
*Gnn*, he gnashes his teeth and falls to the ground. Face down in the dirt.
“That’s impossible…”, he says when interrupted by a tremor in the ground underneath him, followed by a cracking sound. Five seconds later the ground underneath him splits open.
“S**t…!”, he curses, falling through the ground. His body slams at the bottom of the hole and he’s knocked out instantly. A young girl sees him falling through the hole and runs off into town.
"Help! Somebody help...!", the young girl exclaims, but nobody responds. The young girl runs off near to where Kudo and Aimiko (sorry... is my spelling right??? rofl!) are.
"Help! Someone help!", she exclaims again.
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