Bastards

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Kazuya and Tebas walked away through alleys full of epileptic lights and a dampness that was part of the usual environment. The smell of energetic overload enveloped everything, aroma of scorched pvc. Thebes stopped and looked at Kazuya Nairobi.

- What?! I know exactly what you mean, no, I'm not proud of him.

Thebes did nothing but keep looking at Kazuya, but it seemed that although Thebes did not have a word, he knew perfectly well what he was saying.

- It is true, his First Order was equal to yours, perhaps even more. Do not! I do not care at all! As long as I leave our lineage in good condition, do you worry about what you spit or shit ?! Do not! Well that's exactly what I expect, nothing!

Thebes stepped forward to the great Kazuya Nairobi, smiled and turned back to look at his superior with condescension.

- There's something I like about that guy and I do not say it because I carry my genes. His absolute and ruthless ambition. You tore out your tongue, Thebes, but you do not seek glory, glory alone knows you insipid. The one who cuts, on the other hand, has something that I have already lost and what you have never sinned, vanity, and that is where your greatest potential lies, this green one is clear, but what the fuck, whether I like it or not, is my genetic legacy and knowing those crazed TP scientists, they sure have improved our heritage.

Tebas waited for Kazuya Nairobi to light a melting pipe with THC yellow and thick.

- You should replace that, Thebes tongue, it makes me tedious to talk alone, you make me talk too much!

Releasing a mouthful of cannabinoid smoke Thebes and Kazuya moved away from the alley, crossing not far from the Gravity Bar Zero. In the distance, a traveler could hear glimpsing as Kazuya Nairobi said:

- I bet you're dying to know how the first Order was fucking! True?!

But no pedestrian in his right mind would dare to say anything to a guy like him, a veteran Krieger. After all, Kazuya Nairobi thought that in the current times, they were all bastards, from those who decide to those who do not.

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