The ruins of the meister

The elegant dance.

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The halls of Death Weapon Meister Academy buzzed with excitement as students prepared for the highly anticipated school fair. Bright banners hung from the walls, and the scent of freshly baked treats wafted through the air. Laughter and chatter echoed as friends gathered, making plans for the festivities ahead.

In the midst of it all, Death the Kid strolled alongside Y/N, flanked by their demon weapons—Maka and Soul, and Black☆Star with Tsubaki. Kid's striking appearance was a blend of sharp features and meticulously styled asymmetrical hair, while Y/N radiated an easy confidence that drew attention.

"So, about the outfits for the fair..." Kid began, his tone a mix of seriousness and pride.

"I absolutely refuse to let you choose the outfits, Kid!" Y/N declared, crossing their arms defiantly.

"Why not? I have a perfect sense of style!" Kid shot back, his eyes wide with disbelief. "You clearly have no eye for balance!"

Maka sighed, trying to mediate the escalating argument. "Can't you two just agree on something? It's supposed to be fun!"

Black☆Star, ever the instigator, jumped in with a grin. "I say we settle this with a fight! Winner gets to choose the outfits!"

Maka looked exasperated. "That's ridiculous! You can't just fight over clothes!"

But Y/N nodded eagerly, their competitive spirit ignited. "Let's do it! Winner gets to choose the outfits!"




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With a mix of excitement and exasperation, the group made their way to the Garden of False, an enchanting area filled with peculiar flora and statues that loomed with an almost sentient presence. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

"Ready?" Kid asked, his voice low and focused.

"Always!" Y/N replied, adopting a stance that flowed like a dance. Their movements were graceful and fluid, each step full of intention.

As the fight began, Kid launched a series of precise strikes, aiming to catch Y/N off guard. But Y/N danced around him, weaving through the air with a mix of agility and strength. Their fighting style resembled a choreography, each movement captivating and fierce.

"You can't just dance your way through this!" Kid exclaimed, a mix of frustration and admiration in his voice.

"Oh, but I can!" Y/N taunted, spinning to avoid a punch and retaliating with a swift kick that caught Kid's side.

Laughter echoed in the garden as they exchanged blows, their playful rivalry infusing the air with energy. Kid found himself mesmerized by Y/N's elegance, the way they flowed seamlessly from one move to another.

After what felt like an eternity, Y/N executed a perfectly timed spin kick, knocking Kid to the ground. He stared up at the sky, realization dawning on him. "I can't believe it... You won!"

"Looks like I get to choose the outfits!" Y/N declared, their smile wide and triumphant as they extended a hand to help Kid up.



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As they walked back inside, Y/N's excitement bubbled over. They browsed through the clothing racks, picking out matching outfits that reflected their personalities. Y/N selected a stylish jacket with flair, while Kid opted for a sleek shirt that showcased his love for symmetry.