"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥
𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦."
₊˚⊹. in which 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈
the descendant of the first
black samurai 𝗬𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗲 finds
a destiny connection bound
with the blue eyed samurai. ⊹ ࣪ ˖
...
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⋅˚₊‧ ଳ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
Leaping from the final rock, I sprinted towards him, urgency etched into every step. He pivoted, revealing a deep wound that bled profusely, saturating his attire in a gruesome tapestry. The aftermath of the clash with the Four Fangs had painted a grim scene on him.
"Are you okay?" he asked, breaths weighed down by exhaustion.
"Are YOU okay?" I countered, my gaze drawn to the carnage etched upon him. He turned away dismissively.
"I'm fine," he replied, a stoic facade concealing the cost he paid for his triumph.
As he began to retreat, an unexpected presence emerged from the shadows. A man adorned in a green montsuki.
"I am owed my honor," the newcomer declared, unsheathing his sword.
"Then take it!" responded the blue-eyed samurai, blades clashing in a fierce confrontation. Aware of his precarious situation, I hurried to intervene, reaching him just before his inevitable collapse.
With swift reflexes, I caught him, preventing a harsh meeting with the ground. As he lay unconscious in my arms, we both droppes to the ground. The challenger approached, drawing his sword menacingly.
In a protective instinct, I seized the blue-eyed man's weapon, my unwavering gaze deterring any ill intentions from the approaching adversary.
The blue-eyed warrior succumbed to unconsciousness, a rare sight as he lay at peace. As I gently touched his warm cheek, an involuntary sense of tenderness emerged.
"Who are you?" I asked, turning to the male behind me, only to be met with his contemplative silence. Before he could respond, dizziness engulfed me once more.
I gingerly touched my wound, my hand now stained with my lifeblood. The world around me blurred, the last sounds fading into unconsciousness. Once again.
₊˚.༄🌊₊˚.༄
I awoke to a pounding headache, the gentle murmur of conversation filling my ears along with the inviting aroma of hot soup.
A scent that triggered my consciousness. Wrapped in a comforting blanket, I found myself lying on the ground, greeted by the morning light.
With a weary groan, I slowly moved myself up, drawing the attention of those around me.
"You're finally up! How do you feel?" Ringo asked, his tone tinged with concern.
