[The following day, at a cafe]
Kris was in a cafe with Kula, having some coffee.
Kula: Everyone told me about what happened yesterday during our battle. Darling, you have to learn how to control your temper and your other emotions or you will put the others at risk.
Kris: I know. Since I became complete, I have been losing control over simple matters. Even Snowy doesn't know how to suppress my power permanently.
Kula grasped Kris' hand and looked at him in the eyes. Kris looked at Kula's blue eyes, they reminded him of Isolde's eyes.
Kula: Promise me that you will not lose any control ever again.
Kris: I can't make any promises. It's something that I cannot control no matter how much I try.
Kula: I know, but you can still control it, I know you can do it.
Kris: I promise, but I cannot assure you that I will not lose control.
Kula: That's what makes me sad.
The two of them enjoyed the their date.
[At the hospital]
A mysterious man was walking through the corridor in the hospital.
He wore a long, black, double-breasted trench coat with shoulder straps and a black, button-down bib. The coat was bound at the waist with a black belt, which was further adorned with a decorative buckle, and was worn over both black trousers and trench boots. He also wore a black, ankle-length cloak with a hood over his uniform and black fingerless gloves with metal plates on the backhand. He had a straight double edge sword with a black hilt without a guard. The sword was in a black scabbard that the man was carrying on his back by a black sash over his right shoulder.
The only visible feature about the man were his eerie red that were filled with hatred and evil intentions.
In the hospital, several nurses, doctors and security guards were lying down on the ground unconscious.
???: Pathetic. These humans are very weak and are not worth my time, I'll erase them to create a better world rid of these weaklings, but I have some serious matters to attend to.
The mysterious figure entered room 65 and saw Icy sleeping on a hospital bed, causing the man to smirk while looking at Icy with hatred and anger.
???: This is a pathetic sight you know. Seems like you have grown weak even after all these years.
The mysterious figure took off his hood, revealing a handsome young man.
He physically looked like an 18 years old teenage boy of above average height. He was a handsome fair-skinned young man with a hardened muscular frame with no amounts of fat. He had straight spiky hair that reached below his waist with widows peak framing her forehead, and narrowed and defined red eyes with visible pupils and black scleras.
He was Yuno Shirayuki, Icy's presumably dead older brother.
Yuno: You thought sending me to the purgatory to suffer for eternity would work, but you were wrong. I crushed those guards with my own power and I was able to use my darkness to regenerate my body back to normal.
Yuno unsheathed his blade and raised it up before she downward slashed at Azalea to bifurcate her, but was blocked by a blade resembling an oversized khyber knife about the size of Azalea with a purplish-black blade and a silver edge and hilt with black wrappings, and a short length of chain at its base. The blade curved inwards at the backside of the tip, similar to a trench knife and it had no tsuba and no proper hilt; what Azalea held was the black cloth-wrapped tang.
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Twilight Tournament
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